Charles Wilkinson ‘éphémère’ sea unending every wave signal & its own event distinct froth on a comber curling to vanish coastal fringe water unstitched turns to lace frilling on sparks of sand shadow of wing the next cloud wipes from the salt imagine the thoughts of fish & the afternoon stones so many greys sun & tide to re-colour sky at evening wool cumuli not woven with rain sun pinked to redden un ravel ling at dusk flat beach last stains on glass sink to the mirror’s dark ‘rocambolesque’ neither the hippogriff nor snow on fire, & not even the traveller returning & taller, to riff on the tale of the low mountains & higher valleys, his every ant an aardvark never a new planet, topmost to the dark, its outlandish spin turning truth to stagger, listing its fake path round an absence of sun, its twisted orbits skewed to astound by moonquake rather the adventure of how each dawn phrases the light to shock anew, all lunar shine erased, & the stupendous speaking ordinary, made in colours shaved sharp by the next sun’s blade Charles Wilkinson’s work includes The Pain Tree and Other Stories (London Magazine Editions). His poems have been in Poetry Wales, Poetry Salzburg (Austria), Shearsman, The Reader, New Walk, Magma, Under the Radar, Tears in the Fence, Scintilla, Envoi, Stand, The Warwick Review, Otoliths, Snow lit rev and other journals. A pamphlet, Ag & Au, came out from Flarestack Poets in 2013. He has two collections of weird fiction and strange tales, both from Egaeus Press: A Twist in the Eye (2016) and Splendid in Ash (2018). His full-length poetry collection, The Glazier’s Choice, appeared from Eyewear in 2019. He lives in Powys, Wales.previous page     contents     next page
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Absolutely beautiful.
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