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Raft

Now that she is halfway here, the distance decreases and, the giant saucer of the horizon doesn’t reach in, but flips itself knowingly.

Raft is a poem written and shared by James Walton to The Ugly Writers under the theme Pandemic for the month of April.

 

Raft

 

I’ve  made a new bed for my wife,
as a raft in the ocean of us.
The tiller is locked,
so that it circles where we are.

Now that she is halfway here,
the distance decreases and,
the giant saucer of the horizon doesn’t reach in,
but flips itself knowingly.

I turn the mattress and remake it;
making whole the broken pieces of floating souls,
that caught but missed holding on,
to dawn’s friendly yawning laugh.

I shouldn’t but I release the arm.
In the comfort of a smoothing hand,
my heart holds the sheets as sail,
and my soul is a leaping dolphin.

 

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James Walton

James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official. He is published in numerous anthologies, journals, and newspapers. His collections include 'The Leviathan's Apprentice' , 'Walking Through Fences', and 'Unstill Mosaics', and 'Abandoned Soliloquies'. He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, The MPU International Prize, Jupiter Artland, The James Tate Prize, The William Wantling Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Prize.

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