Leslie Philibert

Veteran Poet - 1,002 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

North - Poem by Leslie Philibert

a puzzle of rivers and ice
a dead fish dances under a witch`s dress

birthless you have become an ancient fir
seagulls bend slowly in the salt air
and chatter over the freezing whores;

the sinewed ships are full of string
and cloth and wood that strain
out the songs of men lost to earth,

so pull through the alleys full of water,
thick-footed with the glazed eyes of fish,

winter`s door ever open,
drawn from the coast to higher ground;
pure and wolf with frost.

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written in Hamburg...

Comments about North by Leslie Philibert

  • Silver Star - 3,250 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (6/15/2013 11:24:00 AM)

    Last 3 lines are a poetic delight! Great work Leslie.10. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 15, 2013


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