Stockport WoL March 2023 Collage Poem: 'Secret Code'

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A trawl of brawling sailors drown

            The captain’s thundercloud

A writer’s hat that lights

            Up in the dark

The flash of a photographer’s eyes

The eternal exhibition of white walls


Lines of lamplights on the edge of a field

            Stand vigil for sodden sheep

Seven seconds after hours

            Too many ghost faces

Prayers in eternity of time


Poets grumble at the poets who steal the words

            They intended to write

Midwich children in the porch-light;

Electric blue sailors with broken fingers


The ranting constant of nothing, until the key

            Turns to show the death of Poetry

As you reside amongst the Pallid Pride

            Of hidden words.



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Nigel Astell

Sat 11th Mar 2023 14:08

Taximan sees badge
Not Secret Spy
Flashing transmission hat
Hidden tape recorder
Under driver's seat
Coded message kept.

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