2. The Box

Gold cherry

By chant

Sat, 06 Dec 2014
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8 comments
 

Starched collar, tie, dull bruise
below, a love bite he can’t place.
Cigarette to still him, Wayfarers.
Stepping into the wet rush hour,
dreams of poppies, grass, good
English loam. A box to lie in, roomy:
Regent Poplar; Pine; Bronze Emperor.
He hasn’t enjoyed a rest in days.
At Bishopsgate, a Romanian Big Issue
vendor, piping to each passer-by
Morning! signs at him, a grey
figure, as if taking measurements.

@ianjmclachlan

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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So many stories contained in this small box of a poem. Clever and evocative.

Submitted by chant on

thanks Philip. :-)

 

Submitted by Bee on

Full of meaning.

Bee

Submitted by chant on

hey Bee, thanks. c.

 

Submitted by bosch on

it seems to me the way you construct a vampire world is slowly, understatedly, and with concrete details your building materials. this one is balanced, starting to establish the validity of your vampire world. good poem.

Submitted by chant on

thanks Swep. when living in Italy, i used to give English lessons to a doctor who was always tired. 'i want to retire and just do ... nothing,' he'd tell me every time i went to the hospital to see him. i wanted to get that sense of working life fatigue into my story. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So tomorrow is the anniversary of that vampire classic, 'Dracula'.  What better way to celebrate than reading this slice of urban mythology - it's our facebook and twitter pick of the day!

Submitted by chant on

Hi Philip, thank you ever so much, I actually walked past a Bram Stoker plaque in London only a week or so ago. Best wishes, chant