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05 June 2012

hierarchy of space


I hail a bus
my hand 
cupping the air sideways leans two 
confident fingers into the road
my body semaphore
I am metope 
daughter of Doric 
and because Nelson beat Bonaparte
I am pulled from the Parthenon
this dirty street it's
bank holiday blues
wet from the pockmarked rain
stuttering on the tarmac
orphaned white marble
1821
these colonnades so lonely
I hail a bus
my hand 
cupping the air sideways leans two 
confident fingers into the road
Elgin
his hungry eyes and disappearing
nose knows
Byron billows his contempt
both
Harrow boys
I hail a bus 
a Harrow girl
my hand 
cupping the air sideways leans two 
confident fingers into the road

4 comments:

Unknown said...

I love the various hierarchies and the repetition of cupping the air.

Unknown said...

I love the various hierarchies of space and the repetition of cupping the air.

Brian Miller said...

great use of repitition in this...and the building upon that you do between each of them...some nice imagery along the way as well..

marousia said...

I agree with Brian - the repetition is stunning and the images are vivid