Friday, December 18, 2009

The Cobweb Funfair (by LRB 2009)

Reflect
on cobweb funfair truths
memories last
a hand clasped; unfurled
the music plays
in echoes and
distant

space

stripes
mimic
mime
a pattern lost.
Remember. The curtain calls. A mask stares.

up
flies
a balloon
and hard glassy apples

break

it is behind you
defined
waiting
in the cold edges of light.
The pantomime
loops
endlessly

No comments:

Post a Comment