Daily Archives: December 4, 2016

The Kindness by Cath Campbell

I am not a silent poet

What if your last moment on earth
is a dismal corner in Birmingham
on the coldest night of the year?

What if you feel nothing as strangers
rifle through your pockets for the last
of your cash and stash as you fall?

What if the cold offers a rare kindness,
a lullaby, as your misery slips away
on the relieving receding relentless tide?

What if dying is better than living?

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Dancing with Europe by Alison Lock

I am not a silent poet

Let’s go to the Latin Quarter,

listen to jazz, read poems, cross the border,

in resistance we’ll slip through

as they shut the door, in no order.

We’ll schoozy a little, talk idle,

consider the blues, the ache of folly,

the impossible adieus as we sip

from our chalice of melancholy.

When it’s late we’ll play music, dress up:

fedora, feather, fandango

– flicker in the streetlight,

silhouettes of defiance in a tango.

If the stylus should slip from the groove

we’ll click our heels, not rise

with the vinyl. We’ll abide, hip by hip,

swinging our great continental thighs.

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