Here is a very brief sample from Revival #3 – the hardest one to whittle down yet.
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Goldfish
We who have met and regarded each other,
Have noted, even desired the other,
Are yet too selfish to love one another.
We are as two goldfish in a bowl.
Two stars suspended in liquid there.
Two rivals mouthing
For crumbs of wafer or air,
Furtive in the jungles of green hair.
In mirrored corridors we pass,
See only ourselves:
Bold as oriental kites.
It is a carnival of sighs.
But each time my mouth fills with water,
I am reminded –
A second of opportunity has died.
Susannah Clare
Candlestick
This candle was not made for church,
nor cake nor celebration.
It is to be used in voids of light
with the flame echoing off vacant walls,
filling rooms with the volume of luminescence.
A spotlight for the late night
reader or scribe, a friend to call upon
in the abandonment of daylight,
knowing a romance beyond
the electric torch or kerosene lamp.
Used sparingly, or lit through long winter hours,
a silver teardrop still shines from its mountaintop.
Eventually, it will melt and whither
until only a stump of once proud trunk remains,
a burnt thread of a wick
peeking through the wax,
still asking for the flame.
Colin Dardis.
Straight Line of a Curvature
Awkward with ignorance
I knew nothing of rhythm
other than I moved in such a way
that was pleasing to you.
Awkward with age
you knew nothing of rhyme
other than things had always
ended in the same familiar sounds.
Yet even with both of us in the dark
we still managed to mesh the
crooked curvature of contours
into one straight line.
And we were neither awkward nor ignorant nor old,
but defying all that had up to this point, rendered us lonely.
Aine Herlihy