Green Shadows

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The bucket of water distorts
the image of the sky when kicked
a mirror stretching into infinite ovals.

In this I am a golden leaf
and the light stretches through me
a ragged parchment in candle-light.

Where the green shadows
intersect with the love we live
I can see a buried garden-

a lazy, hothouse dream
of terracotta and porcelain
and thieves in the night

that went to sleep under
the shelves of seeds, the
growing and the withered things;

this trap I have set for them,
their cruel hands falter
they are my broken memory

forgetful at dawn's greeting
heavy-eyed and slow-motioned
the ants in the woodpile.

Beneath the hanging bough
and above the mossy  bracken
a camera clicks and finds the gap.

To the side on the left, above the planks
where the anguis fragilis unwind
a watering can, sunbaked, is propped;

brittle as I am and dry as rust,
yet in another land years away
I live and move with these shadows.


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Adam Rabinowitz

Mon 5th Aug 2019 02:16

Such a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.

jennifer Malden

Sun 26th May 2019 20:28

Beautiful - beautiful - beautiful!


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Stu Buck

Fri 24th May 2019 20:06

this is very fine indeed david

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Rose Casserley

Fri 24th May 2019 13:41

Hi David, lovely to see you posting again. This piece is sooo beautifully wistful and dreamy. Do keep them coming, please!

Rose ?

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