Poetry about Poetry ... original or previously published poetry, September 2001
Reading
Come read to me your poems, as you sit before me now
For I have dwelt among the dead, and smelt the breath on Satan's brow
Fling your flame into the spume of fire, let it drift
That green dank wire, let it worm and spiral clear
wave and torrent, clean and sheer
Pressing, crashing jutting lashing calming shadow towing flapping
Like a dream of discontent, a wretched beast sentient
To stand upon the peak of joy and know the moment
Advancing on the shadows deep
A crouching peasant's gaudy cloth,
A slothful present in a tawdry trough
Night-times Dandy; grounded on a sudden rock
flinging far and free
And Saturn's glowing embers an appointment on the lee
And I will read your poems in the dark and secretly.
R. A. Toy