The curiosity of a child
new to the world is musical.
Notes are composed
with images from a world
we keep in our back pockets:
shadows on a suburban
lamppost, clouds casting off
their uniforms over shorn
fields. These are tossed
like unwanted Polaroids,
ready for the daily sacrifice
of dust and dark. To prepare
ourselves for becoming human
we must unlock each song,
connect it to our cities of flesh
and bone. And be still, be still.
Christian Ward, London, UK
3 comments:
Christian Ward is a 27 year old London based poet whose work is forthcoming in Laura Hird, Why Vandalism? and Volume Magazine. He is currently finishing a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing at Roehampton University, London.
Exceptional. Thanks for this post.
A lovely, lyrical piece.
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