michael oliver

Rookie - 337 Points (13-4-1948 / swansea)

Axes - Poem by michael oliver

The dropped coins -silver -bright - shine
Pondered at my feet - platform curated
After thinking - I bend, pick them up
Wait: get on the train - travel

A prosthetic revelation waits in embryo
A chimera screamed for it's liberation
Chipped, napped, laboured to uniqueness
Until held high - the idea incarnate

Arranged as totem in a terrain
Prettied by the multi shadowed pools
This formal liturgy of lithic henges
Remembers those hands those comfortable hollows

The quartz gleams as intended - pink
A fulcrum to a new augment
The stone larynx clears its throat
A voice of deity and mortality

The landscape flows as - trees - fields
Void of the Erectus foot prints
Now a Gracile presence of - landscape
All this - this - from one blow

Topic(s) of this poem: pastoral

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Based on very early stone Axes in the museum of Anthropology and Archaeology in Cambridge

Comments about Axes by michael oliver

  • Frank Ovid (11/11/2015 9:36:00 AM)


    Excellent! A great poem. What I've come to expect from Mr. Oliver (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/8/2015 5:12:00 PM)


    The quartz gleams as intended - pink
    A fulcrum to a new augment....Very amazing expression shared really. Wise sharing.10
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 6, 2015


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