Tanka, With A Bonus Quatrain
Day-drinker ponders; rises; leaves the poem.
Tag: Bristol
A Poem That I Texted
With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led.
The Matthew Spreads Its Wings
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
On The 16th Of September
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
Egypt & Industry: third peak; third sneak
A finely crafted lot of letters nailed into its door, the room, so full in retrospect, slept – spacious; silent.
Egypt & Industry: another sneak; another peak
The walls of mud-made brick that bind and shape the space they share start to compress – contracting in upon themselves; sharp shuddering.
In Café Napolita
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
A Sonnet On The Harbourside
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
william altoft 