Weekend Poetry: Two Poems
The city’s last horologist times the heavy swing
of his made-up shoe, perfectly. We are early
and the streets are ours
no ticking heels, no cars …
Between our talk a crane’s sundial, precisely.
He must not stop working, our keeper of the hours.
Red Phone Box, Powys
Dripping candle on the verge,
a villager’s St Paul’s.
Who will clear the grime
and briars from its dome,
the whispers from its walls?
Behind the clouded panes
the dead relight their cigarettes,
a dazed aunt informs the police
Hess has landed, mumbling Puw’s
sermon makes us wait,
a teenager on hold engraves her love …
outrang the pub, the school.
Frayed wick of a mouthpiece,
its glow lit our dreams,
confessions the morning absolves.
Burn on, old flame, sheltering now,
at 4am, the paper van’s bale.
Enjoyed this article?
Help us to fund independent journalism instead of buying:
Also in Disclaimer
The Week on Planet Trump: Tweeter-in-Chief Threatens Iran with War and America with Government Shutdown
President Donald Trump late Sunday threatened Iran in a tweet, warning Iranian President Hassan Rouhani of “consequences the likes of which few throughout history have ever suffered before.” Just another week in Washington. Duisclaimer rounds up Trump's week.
Claims that Jeremy Corbyn was the first black leader of the Labour party were pretty daft. They were not alone. Harris Coverlet looks at some of dumb Twitter.
Oliver Langmead's Dark Star is published by Unsung stories, a fiction imprint of London-based independent press Red Squirrel Publishing, Unsung Stories are publishers of literary and ambitious speculative fiction that defies expectation and seek to publish unforgettable stories, from the varied worlds of genre fiction – science-fiction, fantasy, horror, and all the areas in-between.
Harry Leslie Smith thinks that Albert Speer had more integrity than Tony Blair. You donot have to be a Blairite or supporter of the Iraq War to see this as insane: the left promoting a Nazi. Diusclaimer looks at some of the worst of Twitter.