Thursday, February 02, 2006

The Seducing Words

Just as the hovercraft
could puff its skirts
and roar its turbines
against the certainties
of gravity so could I
swing from the end
of my brother's arms,
screaming defiance
at the end of edges.
Thus is poetry learned -
danger and fear,
safety and fun.

But it is so much more
reckless fun to be seduced
by a stranger, who takes
my hand and leads me
to the top of the cliffs
that bolster Dover,
in moonlight, whispering
stories in assonance;
to dance there - do not
look down - will his poem
push me beyond this verge
of rabbit-chewed grass?

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