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Still, quiet river; reflecting the solemn silent rooves
Protecting the myriad twisted heads inside the walls.
The banks of the river, shoulder blades caressing
The spinal curvature flow of the water’s slow perambulate.
The wind visits the big old trees in the afternoon,
Planted in the Englishness of the mental hospital
To ease the pain of the dopey individuals
Shuffling in rambling lines for physical therapy.
Flying foxes crowd the riverside, an audience
Of winged mammals free each sunset to flow upstream
To a clattering clustering feed in darkness,
Ill-equipped to match the dark musings of patient 21.
The bridge is alluring, a faulty demeanour;
A leap over its fence and 21 is a non-winged mammal
Falling to the rippled river where the ducks serenely paddle;
The angular body damaging the flow all too briefly.
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Absolutely brilliant Paul! I loved the imagery. When you combine imagery and poetry together, I find the reader is immediately transported to another time and place (in my opinion). This piece does exactly that for me.
Thanks Steve
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