Confession (poem)

    Confession   You want to resist Oh yes. You resist the teaching, you do. Hadn’t they insisted at the little meeting Hadn’t they insisted (Oh, but I think you know what I mean.) Hadn’t they shared with you, trusted you Been kind to you, for joining us may be your redemption And yet, […]

King of Chaos: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

    King of Chaos   The recruitment sheds are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by back-leaning […]

Bride to Be (part four)

    Bride to Be  (four)   But you say a riddle. Well, I know but little, I am ashamed I have seen twenty winters, nearly…and My father and my brothers buried Where I cannot pray upon their tomb Lady Tamarilde, how…? His ways grew with these falterings Dear to me, confiding and unsure But […]

Bon Marché: Second Wake

    The Folly Wake     Bon Marché   What makes a thing grow to a torment Not a thing, Wake tells himself. He has fallen prey The succubus has dealt him night for day. The Queen’s road constable falls in beside him. ‘Fine evening, sir.’ ‘How,’ says Wake, rigid, and refusing to eye […]

Older in Their Wisdom: Eleventh German Spy

Posted by ractrose on 14 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly The German Spy       Older in Their Wisdom   Hearing, Falco would have said, or if insightful, so might say, a million other Falcos… Would have said, he means to say, it’s odd…more than you’d think. More odd, good sirs, more altogether. Yes, point of fact, done and said, […]

Charity: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    Charity   The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up on […]

The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson: First Wake

Posted by ractrose on 10 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake     The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson   And what do they keep in their reticules It has been his job to make them give these over This post a vulgar letdown, but Wake earns enough To keep the rent up While these holiday-makers, these thieves of the Queen’s revenue These […]

Let Them Go: Ninth Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on 9 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Let Them Go   ‘How does your mother do?’ Henry’s mind’s eye flashes him a slender shaft Of sun, a halo of blue sky, some other sense raises With a vividness that flicks him on the raw A smell of pipe tobacco and horse stall Old Atkins, […]

Unfortunate Death: Eighth Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on 7 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Unfortunate Death   Coincidence. ‘Good you’re home in time, Arthur. You’ll have a guest for lunch.’ I heard a smile in her voice…she would not have smiled Knowing I was home. I could hear their talk, although the Door was closed. Stewart had followed on my heels, […]

Haunt of Thieves: War-Making

Posted by ractrose on 5 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    War-Making   The blue soldier’s tunic Dangles a last brass button as though the gamble Of trade advances nothing where an unhoused man can look able to shift a pallet of brick, he commands the only currency And pallid sick, blue in the face with sunken chest Breeds invitation to a potshot He […]