were it for you, Death
that fish eye
wobbly in want of centre
haphazard as a loose dart
with a calling card
embossed in such things
a rainbow from a kidney’s
undelivered gifts
a shiny scent of Autumn
leaves smoking rapprochement
the wakes for misplaced summers
unopened books
the pickup sticks of falling pages
so much still to interview for
would you come as you might, Garbed?
James Walton is an Australian poet published in newspapers, and many journals, and anthologies. Short listed twice for the ACU National Literature Prize, a double prize winner in the MPU International Poetry Prize, Specially Commended in The Welsh Poetry Competition – his collection ‘The Leviathan’s Apprentice’ was published in 2015.
James…..a well garbed poem…thanks
Thanks Vincent, I came dressed as…….
This one seems to fit well here in Outlaw. I’m becoming very interested in this matter of context for a poem…does one read it with a different sensibility depending on which lit mag one is delving into…? I think Yes!