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Karen McCarthy Woolf
MOR BLEU
MOR BLEU
MOR BLEU
—rushes and there’s no more
a whirl of empty dresses—
in this mudcracked room
palm frond feathers
helicopter
downwards
shallow roots torn
a broken bird
song explodes
on a frequency of earth and lime
too high to hear
—we haven’t got—
a heart beat
—haven’t got five minutes
a groan of sea
shushes up on shore
—rushes and there’s no—
no ha ha ha of music
and radio
the thud of workmen
clatter of hollow poles—scaffolding
a truck in first gear
footsteps
school
an O of bells clang-
clangs across the river
and then the hush
of marble
eyes
unseen
eyes
unopened
endlessly
eyes
© 2013, Karen McCarthy Woolf
From: Ten: New Poets Spread the Word
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
From: Ten: New Poets Spread the Word
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
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MOR BLEU
—rushes and there’s no more
a whirl of empty dresses—
in this mudcracked room
palm frond feathers
helicopter
downwards
shallow roots torn
a broken bird
song explodes
on a frequency of earth and lime
too high to hear
—we haven’t got—
a heart beat
—haven’t got five minutes
a groan of sea
shushes up on shore
—rushes and there’s no—
no ha ha ha of music
and radio
the thud of workmen
clatter of hollow poles—scaffolding
a truck in first gear
footsteps
school
an O of bells clang-
clangs across the river
and then the hush
of marble
eyes
unseen
eyes
unopened
endlessly
eyes
From: Ten: New Poets Spread the Word
MOR BLEU
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