Volume 5 | Issue 2 | June-July
2011 |
Over Kettle Bay
Nigel Burwood
Late afternoon today
wispy clouds
over Kettle Bay.
Like the wings of a rib cage
puffed with pipe smoke.
Like I say,
wispy.
I don't like the word,
it's not a word I'd choose,
too hackneyed, flat,
over used.
I reached to the sky
for another word,
yet nothing else got near,
wispy is what they were,
very, very wispy.
Nigel Burwood - Nigel Burwood, British, lives in Santa Cruz, California and also in London and Norfolk part of the year. When he isn't writing poems and publishing them in literary journals, he sells books on the Internet, attends auctions and plays golf. A collection of his poetry is currently published in World's Strand, an international anthology (academici/UK 2006) for which he suggested the title, helping to mold the vision. An English major with a degree from Southampton, favorite poets and writers include Baudelaire, Eliot, Borges, Nabokov and Meades.
