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Bay Wolf

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I’m stumbling ashore just as dawn breaks.
Water, everywhere, and I drank it all,
Till the very light danced, and so did you,
Your eyes gone nacreous, tongue coral-rough
Under phantom fathoms that eclipse blue
Cold and dark. It would not take much to fall
Back into this, our last reserve of wild,
Back to the quiet deep that numbs all aches
And silent winds that rock me like a child,
For whom my being there is all, and enough.

But my feet stay on the sand. Far too long
Have I been known to shores; I cannot love
Your seas any more than you could walk
Here and unlock this clavicle or spine
With the right word. We’re not much good at talk,
I decide, trying to make my legs move
Inland, where I’ll lie to the myth-makers.
Dry blood stops my ears, and I miss your song;
I just see you, waving beyond the breakers,
And, in your jewelled hand, something red of mine.

Liam Kruger

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To The City

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Sun-blasted and puddling in hungover afterglow,
I dangle limbs over a warmed balcony to watch
A moustached florist lingering in his dusting
To tease kittens with his broom, or perch
By neon storefront to take twenty year’s tea
With the barber next door, behind the fish market
On Sahme Sokak, a name I find new ways to butcher
Daily. Offal sneaks in behind the stink of construction

And does me harm; I hasten northwards, face shattered,
To cool heels at the flood-lines the flow of money has left
Moving through this place, evaporating
Around houses hollowed by old fires and bad times
Not wholly past. A dog bites at its patchwork flank
And the street-beaten man beside it bites at his nails,
Between trying to sell me batteries and sharing
Two jokes weakly with a greengrocer.
I bite my nails too.

They tell me not to come here at night,
Forgetting the daylit dangers; the firebombed
Pharmacy with a floor constellated by glass,
Or the calls to prayer that go unanswered,
Or the women above, congealed by their window-sills,
Or the trains that donít go by here any more.All I have to do is turn

Around, and go as I came; the cracked stone
Neighourhood will rush in to fill the void in my wake,
Unsurprised at my retreating back, and I can point
A camera at a square that was a cemetery that was
A garden that was a field of battle. All ruins used?to be something else, once.

Two kids run by, and I am invisible. Mothers or aunts
Look on; making some kind of life here on cobblestones
Older than my name. They may look at this street,
And see more of what could have been than what is,
But neither view includes me.I am a diver seeing how deep
I can go before air,
A child extending the number of blocks
I can run away from home before taking fright
And turning back.A tourist. I couldn’t live in this place.
It is not hard to find ruins here.

liam kruger

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Liam Kruger

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Bay Wolf

Enlarge poem

I’m stumbling ashore just as dawn breaks.
Water, everywhere, and I drank it all,
Till the very light danced, and so did you,
Your eyes gone nacreous, tongue coral-rough
Under phantom fathoms that eclipse blue
Cold and dark. It would not take much to fall
Back into this, our last reserve of wild,
Back to the quiet deep that numbs all aches
And silent winds that rock me like a child,
For whom my being there is all, and enough.

But my feet stay on the sand. Far too long
Have I been known to shores; I cannot love
Your seas any more than you could walk
Here and unlock this clavicle or spine
With the right word. We’re not much good at talk,
I decide, trying to make my legs move
Inland, where I’ll lie to the myth-makers.
Dry blood stops my ears, and I miss your song;
I just see you, waving beyond the breakers,
And, in your jewelled hand, something red of mine.

Featured Poem:

To The City

Enlarge poem

Sun-blasted and puddling in hungover afterglow,
I dangle limbs over a warmed balcony to watch
A moustached florist lingering in his dusting
To tease kittens with his broom, or perch
By neon storefront to take twenty year’s tea
With the barber next door, behind the fish market
On Sahme Sokak, a name I find new ways to butcher
Daily. Offal sneaks in behind the stink of construction

And does me harm; I hasten northwards, face shattered,
To cool heels at the flood-lines the flow of money has left
Moving through this place, evaporating
Around houses hollowed by old fires and bad times
Not wholly past. A dog bites at its patchwork flank
And the street-beaten man beside it bites at his nails,
Between trying to sell me batteries and sharing
Two jokes weakly with a greengrocer.
I bite my nails too.

They tell me not to come here at night,
Forgetting the daylit dangers; the firebombed
Pharmacy with a floor constellated by glass,
Or the calls to prayer that go unanswered,
Or the women above, congealed by their window-sills,
Or the trains that donít go by here any more.All I have to do is turn

Around, and go as I came; the cracked stone
Neighourhood will rush in to fill the void in my wake,
Unsurprised at my retreating back, and I can point
A camera at a square that was a cemetery that was
A garden that was a field of battle. All ruins used?to be something else, once.

Two kids run by, and I am invisible. Mothers or aunts
Look on; making some kind of life here on cobblestones
Older than my name. They may look at this street,
And see more of what could have been than what is,
But neither view includes me.I am a diver seeing how deep
I can go before air,
A child extending the number of blocks
I can run away from home before taking fright
And turning back.A tourist. I couldn’t live in this place.
It is not hard to find ruins here.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Bay Wolf

Enlarge poem

I’m stumbling ashore just as dawn breaks.
Water, everywhere, and I drank it all,
Till the very light danced, and so did you,
Your eyes gone nacreous, tongue coral-rough
Under phantom fathoms that eclipse blue
Cold and dark. It would not take much to fall
Back into this, our last reserve of wild,
Back to the quiet deep that numbs all aches
And silent winds that rock me like a child,
For whom my being there is all, and enough.

But my feet stay on the sand. Far too long
Have I been known to shores; I cannot love
Your seas any more than you could walk
Here and unlock this clavicle or spine
With the right word. We’re not much good at talk,
I decide, trying to make my legs move
Inland, where I’ll lie to the myth-makers.
Dry blood stops my ears, and I miss your song;
I just see you, waving beyond the breakers,
And, in your jewelled hand, something red of mine.

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