Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Robert Verdon, #131, Shipping


shrubs flutter, hushed by our window-pane
in the sky
white vessels steam slowly by
never stopping at our port
we lie
imprisoned in our garden city on a hill
skyline not yet built into battlements
open as a wound or a window
shining
little to do
in the butter-bean morning
but watch the shipping
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5 comments:

  1. Efi HatzimanolisMay 3, 2016 at 1:45 PM

    I like this - especially, "open as a wound or a window" and "butter-bean morning".

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  2. Robert VerdonMay 3, 2016 at 2:53 PM

    thanks, not sure where it all came from this morning!

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  3. ACskiMay 3, 2016 at 8:27 PM

    nice, imagining ships in Canberra

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  4. Sarah St Vincent WelchMay 4, 2016 at 12:37 AM

    Steam punk dreams, sky whale? Lovely and dreamy, Robbie :)

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  5. Robert VerdonMay 4, 2016 at 7:16 AM

    Thanks Sarah, Anna. (Hadn't thought of the sky whale, have to admit I've never liked it much.)

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