Tuesday, 17 July 2012

He wanted to be like William Blake

Beside a lake
and liquid
movement creates
a shimmering - a million jewelled insects
fan their wings upon water.

On a train jotting
in his notebook,
the movement
and the reflection in the glass
bring dislocation;
conscious of
the girl across from him
watching as he writes.

Reads his notes,
feels a fragment of heart
slip away like a doe
into the depth of a hunter’s forest.
Wolf and prey both
forever doom him.

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