I’ve been away for a bit, and as life returns to normal I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #3 is a concrete poem, which are faddy and don’t normally fit into serious journals. I reckon you have to be the equivalent of Football League Championship Famous and above to get away with them, and as a Conference League poet, I have no such worries. I’m just here to play my game to the crowd that turns up, and do the best I can. This is a poem about friendship and red flags. It’s good to know them when you see them…

Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀

Flag Day

our lesson, learnt early, held often: friendship
is a curse from other people, truths never
inherit, transubstantiate, that apparent
conscience – no sole requirement
to apportion calm;

take this moment,
here displacing eloquent desire, let
psyche inherit other people’s latent fear
because their hex, no longer welcomed here
heretics dispense bought wisdom, just as cause

I    juxtapose

that  enmity

as  the point

red    flagged

post planted

con founded

what   u   see

never   alone

just     buried

with    a base

lost   in place

solid     stone.

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