Monday, July 20, 2009

Christian Ward - Floods

Christian Ward brings us today a poem called Floods. Enjoy the wonderful imagery and wordplay.


The streets have become flooded

with our childhood dreams.

Puddles blend into

astronauts, paving slabs, firemen.

Artists wash the pavements

in a sea of colour.

Our adult selves, thin as spindles,

watch from behind netted curtains,

holding each other as the houses

slowly move towards an ocean

of someone else’s making, bodies

quivering like fish desperate for water.

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