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eyes



Eyes like drenched violets

Highs like trenched violence

thighs like wanton pirates

To rise in flounce euphoric and twirl,

a boyish bounce then a gamine whirl

everything becomes this nighting girl

enrapturing, capturing

the saucy unslaked sad eyes

of benched pilots and celibates

celebrants all, warming their icy hands

on the glow of her scarlet starlight



II

He sighs as honeyed starlets’ pirouettes

wrench worlds away in a mooncalf daydream

What shall we call it ?

A dream in a ruined castle

An old man’s folly

This performative pantomime of lust

Untimely, ungainly, unmanly

Or holy water flung against rust

and fast approaching dust

“a limerence” Old Tweedy pronounces

Huffing stale shag,

Glasses sliding down his long nose

Next door huffs and tuts



In a faded, fated dressing gown

‘plum’ according to the brochure

“Disgusting, that’s what I call it

What’s he thinking, at his age”

For we must and will have a chorus,

Not high kicking, but all low blows and stamped toes

She and her kith guard the gates of propriety

Holding aloft in triumph

flint flakes of insanity

(sparkling struck cock lathered insanitary)

They burn with profound banality,

Flaming with equal delight : Mr Toad

For multiple breaches of the highway code

Gypsy childs hankering for an open road,

A painted peoples’ delight in ink and woad

And the horned hierophants of unfashionable gods

Struggling to absorb the latest restrictions on oysters, blood sacrifice, occasional vice and unrestricted joy

And he, he polices their minds with equal ardour

Using science as a pretext, Using subtext as a scalpel

slicing and dicing, calibrating creation

To divide and fool, each cut creating a new rule

To parse smoke and parcel souls into little pots

Locking in a box the star lit silver fox

To be continued – a work in progress


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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
Nov 27, 2023

Welcome Mark. I love this style, the vivid hues that saturate the senses, the way it gives me a sense of being 'pushed' into an icy pool, except I realise I've jumped in and could do no other. It stimulates unto a sensory overload like a thick patchwork quilt of woven dream that damps the mundane thought of 'Everyday' tripping us into feast interest and intrigue. Thank you again Mark.

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Mark Mardell
Mark Mardell
Nov 28, 2023
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Gosh - thanks ! that's made my morning

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Unknown member
Nov 23, 2023

Wow. So glad to see you here Mark. Loving the style and mood of this poem. Looking forward to hearing more

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Nov 23, 2023

Welcome to the wall and what an entrance! Can't wait for part two. Thank you

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Stephen Kingsnorth
Stephen Kingsnorth
Nov 22, 2023

Welcome! Exciting and provocative imagery for further exploration, as with the fresh vocabulary! I like it, as I am sure I will the next phase...

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