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A consumed moon’s meagre light;
I pause, mourning this grey life.
Let me look at you —
ear lobes like pearls from tissue,
the emollient pallor of your royal flesh.
My finger probes your lips
as an owl hoots its presence:
I imagine your soul,
the skulls of saints

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

dVerse Poetics: The charms of Samuel Greenberg

21 thoughts on “Snatch

  1. Somehow you found the light midst the darkness of Greenberg’s charms, substituting tenderness for grimace and gasp; and I, for one, needed the lift, the lightness.

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  2. The repeated ‘m’ sounds are so effective in this poem, Francis, especially in ‘A consumed moon’s meagre light’. I also like the phrase ‘mourning this grey life’ – that’s what I’m doing this rainy morning.

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