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 thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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