Poetry Wildcards

A Portable Paradise ompc

on my person concealed

A Portable Paradise hhh

hotel, hostel or hovel

A Portable Paradise stloi

shine the lamp on it

Homing aiabbtb

accent / in a box beneath the bed,

The Jewellery Maker hm

He likes hot metal, the smell, the way it yields / to his touch.

The Jewellery Maker s

the way a surgeon might

The Jewellery Maker ff

like his father before him, and his father too

A Wider View c

high enough above the cholera

A Wider View s

smoke filled sky to stack his dreams,

A Wider View pnf

curve of the past and future generations / arcs between us.

A Wider View g

conicals of light

Name Journeys s

spiritual sari-sisters entwined

Name Journeys t

milk teeth fell / and hit infertile English soil.

Name Journeys d

with a discordant rhyme (…) my voice a mystery.

Name Journeys s

my name became a stumble in English mouths

Name Journeys ae

in the Anglo echo chamber / void of history and memory.

pot w

washed you pot / used you pot / loved you pot

pot s

if I could shatter this glass / I would take you back myself pot

pot h

I know half the story pot

pot

pot? /// pot?

On an Afternoon Train r

I was moved in silence / to speak a poem loudly / for racial brotherhood.

On an Afternoon Train d

city streets lit dimly (…) Alongside in darkness

On an Afternoon Train s

so sincere she was beautiful / as people sat around us.

Lines Written in Early Spring t

pleasant thoughts / Bring sad thoughts to mind.

Lines Written in Early Spring h

much it grieved my heart

Lines Written in Early Spring b

I heard a thousand blended notes

Lines Written in Early Spring m

What man has made of man?

Shall earth no more inspire thee ik

I know my mighty sway, / I know my magic power

Shall earth no more inspire thee d

in regions dark to thee;

Shall earth no more inspire thee w

Despite thy wayward will

Shall earth no more inspire thee r

Return and dwell with me.

In a London Drawingroom y

The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.

In a London Drawingroom m

Monotony of surface & of form

In a London Drawingroom g

golden rays / Are clothed in hemp.

In a London Drawingroom n

No figure lingering

With Birds You’re Never Lonely

I can’t hear the barista

With Birds You’re Never Lonely s

a silence that was not an absence

With Birds You’re Never Lonely g

for the family they don’t have, / the Gods they can’t hold.