Friday, 14 August 2015

Пак друг чайник/Again another kettle



At some point a coincidence, a joining of dots:
a red sheen as one of the specifics,
a kettle with apples and all that suggests.

In the mountains I was lost
amongst landscapes that reared and bucked
without pretence (though easily seen that way).

And then brought home
to lights that flashed beyond these blocks.

Promises of my return, newly familiar scene
at this distance from where
with some hope I might belong.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips


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