Mask

This mask –
once a god’s,
dripping – ah! –
down through
eternity’s lead wall.
Oceans boiling away,
scented with destruction –
just an echoing stone,
the song a passing curio.

 

I’ve been admiring other people’s erasure poems and vaguely waiting for the right poem to come along so that I can play with it myself. I read Brendan’s piece here, https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/old-saint-brendans-water-mask/ and some words just popped out at me, so I decided to go with it. I would describe Brendan as a “big” poet – his poems are not just physically big, they have big themes, big references, big resonances. I hope I’ve managed to keep some of that “bigness” in this very small poem. 

2 thoughts on “Mask

    • No! I like the meatiness of your work, it’s like sitting down to a banquet of different tastes and textures. I’m just playing with something new, and you drop in so many juicy phrases.

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