An impressive debut collection.
In a sequence of poems that speak of love gained, love enjoyed, love lost, Darren Thomas establishes a compelling voice.
You will find yourself wanting to read these poems many times, until you become as familiar with them as songs.
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Two Days in York
as a boy before the mortal sinning
I remember touching the blue iron of The Mallard
and climbing into the dead lungs of steam engines
of golds, purples, greens and blues
and smells of sulphur aboard an unkempt head
the minster was a biscuit coloured beanstalk
wisps of clouds for its leaves
they moved at their chosen pace;
muffled bells spoke more melodically than any priest
if that was ever possible?
as a man after much more sinning
I remember how much smaller the beanstalk looked
how I could step over it on my way through another almighty day
I felt like Lemuel Gulliver
maybe next time I could take it home
and bring with it
and those muffled, musical bells
to use as little gifts like earrings
but, I imagine
that would be stealing
and god would be a long, long way from home.
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