Brian Dodds Poems

place de la mairie crisp
december morning walking
past the flower stalls deep
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suddenly a rainbow had inked itself
across the camargue sky, seemingly
sucking colours from the flat greyness
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It was astounding talk about
the forty shades of green
multiply that a few times
the rain the spuds in fields
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a plane noses down toward heathrow
heads in from the chiswick line-up
winking across the line of orions belt
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Cold stinging rain beats on pot-holed tarmac.
Down at the corner, opposite the pub,
they're throwing up another samey clutch
of pokey des-res boxes, muddy birth-pangs
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it's dark in here
but not because it's night

it's dark in here
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A huge dark cloud squats on Tipton,
a giant panda eye rimmed brightly
with zinc-oxide edges, where elsewhere
someone enjoys late evening sun. Suddenly
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A small spider hangs motionless,
roughly six inches from the ceiling,
under a narrow crack in the anaglypta.
Perhaps it is watching me while
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walked around the lake watched
it whipped like forked egg-white peaks

by a bitter wind enemy of bald heads
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The new moon has the old moon in her arms tonight,
and over Moseley the air is still, the stars wink

feebly through the light-spill of the city,
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