{"id":10712,"date":"2022-05-03T17:01:46","date_gmt":"2022-05-03T16:01:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=10712"},"modified":"2022-05-03T17:01:46","modified_gmt":"2022-05-03T16:01:46","slug":"latest-poems-mid-february-2018","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/05\/03\/latest-poems-mid-february-2018\/","title":{"rendered":"Latest Poems Mid February 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"

Snowdrops<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Fair Maids of February<\/p>\n

Have joined us now<\/p>\n

Let us climb the church towers<\/p>\n

And welcome the Spring<\/span>



<\/p>\n

Journey to the Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n

Last night as I was travelling home<\/p>\n

I paused for a while and looked at the bright stars<\/p>\n

In the cold night sky<\/p>\n

For a brief moment I thought I was floating<\/p>\n

In the vacancy between these jewels<\/p>\n

And felt a sense of complete happiness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In Praise of Caron\u2019s Lower Back<\/strong><\/p>\n

Quite often I rest my head on Caron\u2019s lower back<\/p>\n

I visit the shallow area just above her bottom<\/p>\n

It is a remote and silent place<\/p>\n

Where I can enjoy her geography without interruption<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hungerford at Dawn (Mid-February)<\/strong><\/p>\n

The eastern sky is quite bright with small torn clouds floating aimlessly within its display<\/p>\n

Hungerford is still shrouded in darkness with only the faces of the town clock providing any illumination<\/p>\n

The cold season is far from spent with bitter winds expected<\/p>\n

But one can feel the mysteries of the warmer days hanging in the rigid air<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Peacocks Com Zero<\/strong><\/p>\n

Is there a vacancy in that square<\/p>\n

Billy stared through the tinted train window<\/p>\n

It was still dark and he turned to his friend and asked<\/p>\n

How much is that bird Sulliman<\/em><\/p>\n

In her attic room the waitress wake stood in front of her mother\u2019s star<\/p>\n

Look look at the boats on the ragged canal<\/em><\/p>\n

That is where the wretched wrobins wreign<\/em><\/p>\n

They are meant to be empty at this time of year<\/em><\/p>\n

Sulliman, Sulliman where is the pool<\/em><\/p>\n

If you answer correctly then I will buy you a school<\/em><\/p>\n

Of birds<\/em><\/p>\n

Backlit<\/em><\/p>\n

Brown<\/em><\/p>\n

The night was slipping away and the skies were beginning to brighten<\/p>\n

Billy looked at the overhead wires that powered the electric trains on their journeys into Christo Dom and wondered what Stone Age man would have made of it all<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Peacocks Play Zed<\/strong><\/p>\n

He cannot say yes to a no question<\/p>\n

She cannot say no to a yes question<\/p>\n

Peacocks play<\/p>\n

Peacocks play<\/p>\n

Peacocks play dead<\/p>\n

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