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As the Notes Fade
© 2014 expresseum poetics press www.expresseumpoetics.org.uk Authors retain sole copyright of their individual poems, lines or fragments. Poetry and visual image collage: Mark Goodwin Visual images: Nikki Clayton Poetry: Helen Fortescue-Poole, Mark Goodwin, Mike Green, Sheila Lockett, Sheila Sharpe, Elaine Wheeler, Pat White. The poems in this pamphlet were created from the Locks, Bells & Pealing Wallpaper series of poetry workshops facilitated by Mark Goodwin in 2013. The series of poetry workshops was a Writing East Midlands’ Write Here Residency. Funded by: Writing East Midlands, Museum Development East Midlands & expresseum poetics
a crimson leaf
spirals
from a deeply foliaged tree
late september w
ind blow
s through the park draw
s scent from the pines
sound wakens neurons
hairs trembling as
autumn arrives, a familiar comforting chink in the warm gold wedding ring of the wheel of the year
step by spiral step as through labyrinthine meditation, re-counting
the resonant pilgrimage
tune
on
the
edge
of recognition
rises
then
falls
rusted. silent
rustling leaves
thud of conkers
pebbles glisten at the bottom and that is time here
bent and distorted, but so clean
so solemn and deep and unhurried
like a gold drifting feather
in the sun
wiggly lines of sound displayed straight, even,
marked with bars and a treble clef
it is a certain alchemy that can transform ashes
into a brass and leather cacophonic peal
finge
rs m
ark
pape
r w
ith dragonflies, butterflies
smudged musical notes soft silver teardrops
as the notes fade
the hum lingers
charcoal echoed
dead trees pointing
chalk echoed
you
wal
k ou
t int
o th
e po
nd, e
atin
g ai
r gr
eedy
. Tos
sing
wed
ding
ban
ds
in y
our
wak
e ju
st to
see
them
spl
ash
fingers grow thin and rings slip
orange song wordless as each tiny clunk each
released leaf makes
from aeroplane above engine sound falls around us
cars pass by on the road
cockatiels rattle through pebbles searching for insects
hiss of wings
pigeons in formation fly in to roost, settle, softly cooing
all leaf is here ! we know
scent
of dahlias
chrysanthe mums
yellow orange green something just seen
far away places
a bell echoed
ring inside
trees like
wedding bands
stones tossed into ponds ; ripples
a tower surrounded
by air’s
halo the halo
fattening on
vibration
intentions through stone
through this brick ringing chamber