February 2018 Collage Poem - Running with the Wild Wind

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Various forms, jump into sestinas

with withering winds and eager ancestors

A room with no windows shakes and rattles

It holds inside a madman singing of

Man's Fall.

 

From man back to monkey

With a wave of Mr Wizard's Wand

That cruel hateful yellow star

Kissing chaos: my man is not ill

Tasting the salt, feeling the bullets

 

He disappointed his ancestors,

as he cared nothing for the worm

 

Wizards pray in bullet rain, and the wind laughs at us

Joyriding across the truth with Nigel across skeleton trees

Mr Magic's wind-strewn apes rocked his wizard ways

 

It might be a clapped out old

banger but it had plenty of action

on the back seat.

 

 

 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 13th Feb 2018 15:47

I really enjoy these works. Your group sounds like such fun, and friendship - and learning. I value learning - a lot.

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Nigel Astell

Tue 13th Feb 2018 15:22

I was blown away
said wise old Wizard

from this magic circle
a word changing spell
each using secret formula
poetic forces passed on
running to wild winds.

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