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ABOUT GERASIMOS

 

Grey of hair

And moustache,

He would sit

Patiently

With the slow guest

Poring

The un- perspicuous

Phrase-book.

In his tiny kitchen.

 

In the aftermath of war

And plenitude

Of remnant explosives

He had come into possession

Of some hand grenades.

 

And desiring

To eat of more fish

Than a mere net

Afforded

Had chanced his arm

At the `stunning` method

Of piscatorial capture.

 

(Something

A faulty lever?

Malfunctioned)

 

And–on that occasion–

Instead of Gerasimos

Eating of the fish,

The fish

(To coin a Biblicalism)

Did eat of Gerasimos

 

Today,

A slashing motion

Of the right hand

Across the left forearm

Will point him out

At anytime

In little Gaios.

 

 

(part two of  `the Avra` an experiment to make a `traveloem` of a travelogue `wot I wrote`)

◄ THE NIGHT BATTLE

PATIENT BETTY ►

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Jeff Dawson

Sun 5th Feb 2012 12:03

Yes this is interesting, I go fishing usually with rod and reel not a grenade, might try it! Neatly written poem though, Jeff

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Laura Taylor

Tue 31st Jan 2012 13:04

Ha! What an interesting poem! I love the thinking behind this and it's a really interesting structure.

Oh, meant to say Harry - wish I had come over to speak to you at the last Poet's Corner night in Hoylake. I loved your poem that night :)

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