Charles Wilkinson
Charles Wilkinson’s recent poems have appeared in Poetry Wales, Poetry Salzburg (Austria), Shearsman , New Walk, Tears in the Fence, Envoi, Otoliths , Futures Trading and other journals. A pamphlet, Ag & Au, appeared from Flarestack Poets.
He lives near mountains in Wales, where the members of the ovine community command the high places and are better looking than the politicians. A Twist in the Eye, his collection of weird fiction and strange tales, is out from Egaeus Press.
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Hero/Victim
- in the spotlight, singing rage
& agony within unsettling dust;
a thousand arms held high,
living in unison
his strut
& roll,
& shearing lilt on stage
cuts hearts & blends with tears
& mass refrains,
as if their tide of fear is one;
yet they can’t catch
an upper note that’s pitched
inside, too sharp to hear
~
- the texts
a toll of proper nouns
attached to crimes
& sites where darkness
hatched through bytes
& clicks feeds stories
that will stick
night-tinted power turns
to day – the dead die first in cyberspace;
they found him hanging
from a thousand threads, the hour
the chair was kicked away
Gods Drawn from a Well
Fortuna
chance of spin
& coin luck
minting tales
double-sided
in the air
flashing heads
the fall to
water is
a prayer
Morpheus
copper green
wishes kept
in stone deep
water-weighted
depth desire -
so sink down
darkest dream
& sleep
Pluto
in earth wrung
dry of light
the choirs came
grave–robbed from be-
neath - singing
angel-tongued
or speaking
ash through lips
of flame
Prints & death marks
(This fell sergeant … Hamlet.V.ii)
width of isobars
narrow, playing a gale:
the musical identity
of weather in days & hours;
the hand’s thunder
holding down chords
(variations on a cloud parade)
death will be lines widening
strictly for the anti-cyclone arrest
winter-heaven sky ivory
lick one finger raise it to the wind
test the world slowly running out of breath
(loss of pale flesh)
no breeze best for silence
& no knowing if the sergeant is the pretext
for less than pianissimo the lid shut
or the last rest before the sun escapes this play for the next
Charles Wilkinson’s recent poems have appeared in Poetry Wales, Poetry Salzburg (Austria), Shearsman , New Walk, Tears in the Fence, Envoi, Otoliths , Futures Trading and other journals. A pamphlet, Ag & Au, appeared from Flarestack Poets.
He lives near mountains in Wales, where the members of the ovine community command the high places and are better looking than the politicians. A Twist in the Eye, his collection of weird fiction and strange tales, is out from Egaeus Press.