Stockport WoL March 2023 Collage Poem: 'Secret Code'
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.
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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