Trish Harewood

Calamity

Every calamity echoes the Fall,
downfall again, down fall.
Awful clanger drops into awful pit.
Pit opens but cannot be undone again yet -
undone again yet until time beyond time
tumbles into the pit
turning right side out
the black stocking - eternity
so long reversed - so long reversed
with seamy side in.

Tsunami

A trickle of words
you can no way stick together
tips out of a programme
to scatter the floor.
Everywhere you look,
the odd word lies waiting
                                    for recovery.
You pick up five,
arrange them on the page.
The compulsion to make sense
is overwhelming
but what do you do with tremor        force        water        wall        &        matchsticks?

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