This Poem was Submitted By: John R. Birkbeck On Date: 2001-10-01 16:13:44 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Descent

Clouds pulling themselves thin I peer through them smoothing out the map on my knees rumpled fields far down below tumblings quiltings green earths tilting a cathedral spire poking upward ancestors buried there horizon sloping  the other way stomach dropping feeling the  sinking altitude descending to the map

Copyright © October 2001 John R. Birkbeck

Additional Notes:
This poem was published, in an earlier form, in 16 Renford Road, 100 Words, and Longitudes. This version I edited as I re-wrote it in this space as I went, gutting along. I hope this is the better version. I deliberately left out punctuation maks, hoping their lack would help lend a more unworldly feel, relying on breaks and spacing to do the work. I agonised over this, and am curious to see what anyone else thinks about this.


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