Thursday 6 October 2011

Poem: National Poetry Day

Three counsellors gather around me to say:
          stay on this way
                   and I say
                            what way?

And they say stay on the way you
           are anyway straying along
                    with your words open wide
                               and your eyes confirming
                                         your words’ illusions.

Oh, I see, I say:
         continue with confusions,
         undermine my institutions,
         nurse (not nurse) contusions,
         et my ceteras.

Precisely, they chime imprecisely,
Ambiguous and – perhaps – slightly –
            off-key.

And they turn time sideways and say
A day is a more than as well as an only a day.

10 October 2002