Tuesday, 2 November 2021

dylan’s writing shed

 dylan’s writing shed

was it then and was it just there

that he saw the colour of saying

and in its saying laid the windless nights

wrenched the candle’s songs 

down the laboured layers of his poems 

flooding estuarine 

saturnine watered


milky-breaded to sleep

was it just for us that he wrought alone

i thought the thought 

that he might have done

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