Suffused coppices begin

I lost the face I mourned –

draped in fledgling sanguine

wishes and trance adorned

with velvet– naïve incongruity –

her bodily promiscuity

touched upon fathered needs

in bisymmetry to outer flow

and swathed in all my deeds –

to bridge plea in countless low –

blood traced forgotten

upon wind and plot – in

disfigurements aspiration –

wait against the beating bark

for whispers incantation

expressed by tender lark –

do you touch upon my lips again –

touch upon my lips­ again– and remain

in all those recollections replaced

by visions of coppice and fallen time –


Poem © Phen Weston 2017


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