Category Archives: Poetry

[poem] Artist’s Model

Posted on 03/06/2011 by skylarkingzooby

Today I have been fleetingly immortalised; Unlike so many plaster molds. I’m there, breathing from the canvas Or staring into a charcoal space on paper: Just a collection of boxes and shadow-shapes. But it’s me, trapped , trying to say … Continue reading →

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[poem] My Body: A Celebration (for ZK-G-K

Posted on 03/06/2011 by skylarkingzooby

This is my body, this is it here, Every sag, every wrinkle Every unbordered pile of fur, Belly, sitting comfortably on my lap, A chin that rests on my neck, Hairs that sprout from places which should be untrammeled: This … Continue reading →

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[poem] Discarded

Posted on 26/05/2011 by skylarkingzooby

I ran in the drench past A discarded umbrella Alone, bent back, With twisted spine And crooked spokes. This was no help to someone Who needed more shelter Than this could provide. This was no help to someone Who needed … Continue reading →

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The Unbroken Line. Wira – The Warrior

Posted on 02/04/2011 by skylarkingzooby

Skylarking Poems & Notes The Warrior: I have been living with the Warrior for a few weeks now, being with me everywhere I go, seeing London through his eyes, watching Life though his eyes. I thought I’d better write down … Continue reading →

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[poem] Come Round For Coffee

Posted on 06/03/2011 by skylarkingzooby

Come round, And have a freshly baked coffee And some ground bread. We could sit drinking croissants At the bottom of the bed And smell the day go by As it dances up the lane And kiss like handsome strangers … Continue reading →

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[poem] Familiar – A poem

Posted on 07/02/2011 by skylarkingzooby

Familiar There it is again: That yawn of poverty, That call of ‘no’, That empty bed, That cold street, That sickly feeling, bilious – No thanks. All too familiar. That sideways glance, That shrugged shoulder, That quick release of a … Continue reading →

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[poem] If, For A Flash, I Felt Bidden

Posted on 13/03/2010 by skylarkingzooby

I want to remain an imprint on the night… Continue reading →

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