Bob Spencer is a local farmer and a member of the Kent & Sussex Poetry Society. This poem was selected for our Folio #72 in 2018.
Looking Round The Wall not sure where cairo perhaps a veil-faint moon eternal pyramids a blue window on a flat oiled slab arches an open doorway spewing light from a dead man’s ritual rag baggery of shacks places in amagio night surrendering to a sky wrenched open hillside light meets dark cattle grazing leafless trees bony branches clawing the day miss muffet weeping cocky Spaniard impatience quivering table overhung with bordered cloth patches dipped in Timbuctoo sold in tunbridge wells eve’s fruit mouldering in a woven basket temptation fermenting town mist ugly windows street seller harrowing cod from yesterday’s trawler women haggling by an ominous doorway to what is not nice a lake a reflecting tower a naked woman gazing at glow worms the moon her life force an opening to the profound dull tunnel
The Kent & Sussex Poetry Society 