EDENBRAY in EXILE – 30 – reconfigure

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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RECONFIGURE

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Handfuls, he heaped handfuls

Were they petals, branches or fruit?

The monochrome diary glowed suddenly

He had been asleep for hours in band aids

Things his mother had said, bits of arse

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There was a hut he had painted golden

and yellowed bears teeth

He always felt better in the mornings

When Arnott was around anyway

Her mouth, her hair, her eyes

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This careworn morning he imagined

He saw skyrockets and fantails

People strolling, coming to lunch

Roll of green notes in his blue pocket

No grey pain to shake him down

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Always Fenna standing on Bella’s rock

Wearing boxers and a tantalising smile

Like a siren tug in granite sea

Where ships come to rest awkwardly

Bold barnacles grip black with tenacity

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This summers day

The swallows returned purple

He was sure he would see a rainbow

Write letters in wet sand

Take his notebook off the wall

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writtenbyedenbray27.05.2014

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Authors Note :  I feel sure a reviewer would say – the author of this little piece of wonderment is not afraid to take risks.

Memo

I personally find this poem tantalising – Its staccato, edgy, humorous, unpredictable in a both ‘careering’ and ‘personal’ kind of way. Its subjective, mesmeric – but, it never strays from its purpose.- which is – to tell its story! Its obviously ‘biographic, challenging, lyrical, double-muffin golden, 

The oddest thing about many of these retrospective pieces is for me – how well they appear to fit in with the way things are currently in the midst of a lockdown, pandemic society. This poem was written in 2014.   

This careworn morning he imagined

He saw skyrockets and fantails

People strolling, coming to lunch

~  edenbraytoday

 

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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