Ian Syder

Ian Syder Poems

• Between Bars
  Between bars, the gaps Hold, in suspension, stories And with the closing of the gate And the wait to turn from one chapter to another
• Closing The Cage (Sonnet Idea Based On E...
  I just don’t belong. I was set up and I shouldn’t be in here Be just. I was up set. I shouldn’t, in here and don’t I belong? Don’t I belong? Set up I was and I just shouldn’t be in here. Set up was I. In here just I be, I shouldn’t belong and don’t
• Like Snow
  Movements create new landscapes For the time being Lasting long enough to relate to the novelty Of the new being
• In The Shower
  Baring all in a baptism (Sometime cold, sometime hot, sometime just right) And to all of the unclean commune Who wish to come clean
• Voices
  Indistinguishable from The sound that echoed the block A voice calls a name (but who?) Barking out commands to do
• Keys
  An obscure percussion beats an atonalistic tune Bass conjoins with tenor in variations of la lune A high C pitches itself against a low range baritone The liberty cochophony unlocks a G sharp hushed
• The Bard On Cell Block ‘b’ (Dedicated To...
  There is a wordsmith on the landing A few cells up from mine He has made quite a name for himself He’s been in a longer time
• Sine Nomine
  Categorised by number And paternal name (as added identification) Standardised in blue and grey Characteristically the same: So monomorphic
• 14 Squares Of A Grid
  A section of sky: lapis lazuli Lower down, to the left, a pinprick of light Up and up, a brighter, lighter blue; see To the right, a faint trail from an aircraft
• The Hypothetical Terrorist
  It could be the skin and the beard The arrow, in his solo cell, pointing to Mecca On suicide watch; it’s feared For his life and the life of all
• Exercise
  Some will walk and talk Or talk and sit Off-loading their shit
• Values 2
  Burglars financing an habit Tolerated, only just Methadone methods and Anti-depressed depressants