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Saturday 24 September 2016

Painters & Poets

A clear glass vase, holding blue flowers
With bright sunlight catching
The cut free stems in the water

Six square-panes make up
This wood framed window with
Shadows and smears of rain

That looks out to the old
English oaks in Capability
Brown's middle and far distance

I might imagine, that right now
You Simena, are sat beside
Michael Gorban’s painting

Hanging in the cottage parlour
I might be more presumptuous
And think that the stains

Are from your tears, as
You write your farewell letter
That these thoughts still cross

My mind, and that young people
Still learn to recite war poetry
That, in any way

One’s imagination alone
Would be able to raise and dwell
On such a thing, is wondrous enough


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