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Since National Poetry Day was in October - a busy month for me organising events and running poetry workshops, here's a poem about poetry that appeared in "Markings" recently and was inspired by the Dali painting called "Exploding Raphaelesque Head".
DANGER UNEXPLODED POEM
Of course,
we shouldn't have gone,
but there was the lure
of abandoned buildings.
Barricades.
Signs which said
DANGER UXP.
Unexploded poem,
I explained to the others.
Three of us ran the shadows down.
Peeking into the smouldering crater
to see the pulsing star of invention.
Colours, ideas, and images,
rhymes and reason,
comparisons and truths,
all residing in a crackling ball of energy
Which died before us.
Pulse slowing.
Colours merging into bright red,
then collapsing to black.
Hearts in our mouths, we ran.
Trying to get away
before the unexploded poem exploded
Now Pauline seems snooty, aloof.
Always talking in short, clipped sentences
that end in a surprising haiku moment.
While Joey stands below
yet another bedroom window.
Using sonnets to praise
the beauty inside,
until the latest ASBO moves him on.
And as if cursed or under a spell,
I find that I can speak in rhyme.
Just by touching this shrapnel,
without fail, every, single, time.
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