shedding velvet in monochrome/a field in england

the cutting of blood force the fawn from the rock to red below 

something of enormity amongst the will-o whispers of the forest

now comes frottage come rub against the vastness  feel alive

through waxen shame come write the past with blade and blow

watch the velvet shed through crimson feel the carnage drop rivulets

staining matted fur punch through afresh a green a blank a mass

flies agaric from the blackened earth blood read through silken bone

a white mossy trail down the leg of your fawn your mewling offspring

dragged to where the colours of the present day are drowned by ash 

as the clinkers of the fire burn for what once was red was warm


◄ of womb and wither

the quiet room ►


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Stu Buck

Sat 19th Jan 2019 15:47

cheers ray. glad you liked it. i dont come on much anymore as you may have noticed, i'm working behind the scenes a bit now and i dont have as much time to read the work on here what with the new book and various projects.

i did post a piece yesterday about the worlds quietest room, its here if you feel like reading it.

hope your well, see you on that there facebook!

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Fri 18th Jan 2019 23:30

I don't know how I missed this Stu. All the magic comes through. Vivid and highly coloured with just a glimpse of some turbulence and lovely to see you on here!


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Stu Buck

Mon 26th Nov 2018 16:08

cheers both. i hope your doing well wherever life finds you


Thu 22nd Nov 2018 01:04

the color comes to life from the first line, and the complement you provide is almost terrible in its striking contrast and vividness.

Forgive me, but it reminds me of a story I've recently heard of a waiting for a pure red heifer--I puzzle at this part of humanity that is drawn in by such esoteric conclusions, yet find it quite beautiful, even in my hope that it remain benign.


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Martin Elder

Wed 21st Nov 2018 22:54

I agree with David in that I love the word frottage, it has so many marvellous possibilities. Once again your word play is superb always making me work at reading and savouring every last morsel.
Good to see you back Stu
Nice one my friend

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Stu Buck

Wed 21st Nov 2018 15:30

cheers david. this was the exemplar poem for an ekphrastic poetry competition held a couple of months ago. i've only just got the clearance to post it, hence the gap. i cant show the photo sadly, but it was very 'a field in england' and so i rewatched the film then wrote this while in its thrall. hope your well mate, i'm sure myself and this lovely site will wax and wane once more.

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