You carried the news with you.
Underarm,underhand,unheard
You crept along the prom.
There,by the pier you found nobody.
Hanging by a thread the light swung;
Hardly a moon never a sun
Until the ice-dust danced
And the headline came and went.
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Author:
Mark Barron (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Kind of ambient hungover feel.A self-confession of sorts.
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I get the feel from this one of words unsaid. There is a feel of unfinished business here and a misconnection. It leaves a hollow feel to it and a coldness as the ice dust danced a great line in and of itself. A fave
Thankyou for your comments.I suppose it is about not actually doing anything and the “news” (whatever that is) getting/finding me.!
You are most welcome
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