Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Epitaph on an Unread Verse after William Carlos Williams' Red Wheelbarrow


This is just to play on plum phrases
hibernating in your brainbox,
which your neurons were probably waiting for
to break free fast.

Forgive me their taste is delicious,
so neat and so bold.

An agèd poet with hollow laughter
swiftly sprayed her incisive syllables
in consonant activity and, yearning,
paid [s]lip service:

so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
reigns above lily-livered chicken-hearted critics
before a blank screen.

so much more depends
upon monochromatic ash clouds
glazed with silicates
beside Icelandic
eruptions.

Life is verse role-reversing uninclined ignorance
shadowing dis inclined ink lined page.

This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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(3 October 2009 Revised 19 Aptil 2010)

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