DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,
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I bring you rose wine

It's that time again, where I am doing something that involves Messing About With Poetry and I ask you for your favourites, or recent discoveries, or whatever you like, really. Please :)

I've got many, many current favourites but right now I absolutely cannot get over this :

The Choir - Luke Kennard

The choir hadn't left him alone since the first day of summer;
He awoke to find them stationed around his bed.

One day the choir arrived without warning or explanation,
Sang the choir in four-part harmony, handing him toast.

On his first day back at work, the choir stood at his desk,
Singing, The choir are making his professional life impossible.

Two weeks later his partner left him for an osteopath.
Hannah cannot stand the choir any longer, they sang.

That night he pummelled the choristers with his fists;
He beats the choir in frustration, but though they are bruised

And bleeding at the lip, they sing with redoubled vigour
, sang the choir.
Then they sang, He cannot get to sleep, he cannot get to sleep,

He cannot get to sleep
, in perfect fifths, until he fell asleep.
In time you may even grow fond of us, they sang, quietly.

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Your turn. ♥

E.
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