Spiral Poem by Roddy Lumsden

Spiral



These years lift over coldly now: Aprils
and Augusts are gifted to ice, or sprawl
into mid-summers or year ends—pillars
of lesser standing. Still come no replies

to boyish queries, how the belly sleeper
buoys, begins again, becomes poor soul
or bull of appetite; why when the pearls
drop, no spool dares connect the ripples.

Thursday, January 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pearls,standing
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Roddy Lumsden

Roddy Lumsden

St Andrews, Scotland
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