‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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SPYTONE 1003

I live in the somewhere else

In the in-between

I walk like a ghost

Dream like a host

To an alien form

My allegiance torn

My purpose born

But not discovered

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I am an ant on a trail

Am a burrowed snail

Of tortured moments shared

But not forgotten

For the perceptive

And the shallow

I am inward, bent

Mysterious yet callow

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The interrogator’s smile

So back in style

Now placed on file

Like many friends and trinkets

Who mention love

With a surgeon’s glove

Then stand aside

To murder then to profit

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:::writtenbyedenbray29.09.2014

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#Authors Note: An Ode to Espionage – ‘the forgotten word’. I wrote this piece in 2014 at a time when SPYDOM appeared to have gone quiet and the so-called Post-war spies of the COLD-WAR era seemed a long way away, if not completely forgotten! This poem belongs to a group of what might be termed Jazz-poems which in turn form part of a wider collection of Prog-prose  – my classification. They are not intended to be romantic, symbolic, not politic right-wing, left-wing subversive, humanist or liberal-organic. They are poems that are visual, personal reflections sometimes based on my own fears and concerns that may contain latent, personal opinion. Other than that they are just groups of words.                                                                                                                                                           edenbraytoday