The Morning After

A serpent underneath blue sky,
beneath the shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove;
contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth,
pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door...
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

Reviews

[Will Fairlie]

this poem is vividly charged with imagery and metaphor, and this allows us as readers to extract from your work our own meaning. i like it, as someone who often plays with abstraction and ideas which aren't necessarily to put into a comprehensible stream of language, the powerful wordchoice drove this home for me. thank you for sharing