the poetry book agape and Sister Agnes speaking in tongues
closer to God. Distant as the nearest star
she stood on a moon, reflected out of bright blue skies
think of a summer's day by all means
a long escape ladder for the elephant trap
hammered two feet down in earth
to the other side, to those who have passed over
well-worn walking sticks in hand
and so they push up inquisitively after the daffs
alongside her lost-and-found dirge
setting sail for consciousness
in this oven of a high summer noon
like struggling kites, each lifts and falls
over the heads of Calla lilies
colours running down, bleed into the street.
For this last Open Link Night of 2024 where anything goes, some consecutive ‘found’ lines, including title, from 16 poems of mine (2018-19), that I’ve selected so far for a self-published book.
With much appreciation to fellow poets at dVerse who inspire with poetry prompts, styles and a great deal of support. And many thanks to all readers who stop by with such encouraging feedback.
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