I’d not seen Salome before
To my poetics class, who all said they never use the L word.
1 Somewhere a pheasant calls, harsh, plaintive.
The pylon, crude as a child’s drawing,
I have loved an aristocrat above avenues
Blue Moon Something wakes her,
1 Julian comes to East Harling
The hen with its neck on the block
Sky blue balloons; outside, the weather’s grey;
Please take me on; I really want to write:
The grass snake, three feet long, lay coiled