Neu!Boots DAY TWO – Roy Marshall

48 Hours

When it seemed the sea
had grown greyer and wider
he stood at its cold lip and wept.

That night in a dream
he became a blackbird, flying through
an endless tunnel.

On the second morning
the road seemed soiled,
as if polluted by ash or sleet.

The afternoon was a bruise,
his thoughts folds of smoke
in a lidded jar.

When birds came to cheer him,
he regretted neglecting
to learn their speech.

He lied to his frightened
children; said the scary clown
would never be king.




Roy Marshall lives in Leicestershire. His book The Sun Bathers (Shoestring press) was nominated for the Michael Murphy Award.    


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