Monday, February 3, 2020

Emergency rations

Emergency rations 

There is poetry piled unstable as Jenga
book-marked, thumbed, beloved
by my bedside.
Also on sofas with the crochet wool, hooks
half-finished knit, sewing kit
coffee table, alphabetical on shelves 
paperback hardback dusty, brand new
single poet, mixed bag, Rattlebag, anthology 
for solace and balm, for calm, 
out of the noise.

Soul food, 
emergency rations 
stock-piled
books piled
barricade. 

February 3rd 2020 Hounoux 



2 comments:

  1. Hilarious, I can imagine it, and i like the way it all balances on your second verse!

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  2. You got it Jude! It's lovely experimenting with different shapes and forms of poetry.

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