Previews of The Blind published in Ditch Poetry

suspend I

 
from the mirror architrave
float down silken threads
they are not blackened yet
 
from the ceiling hooks
float down wisps of
red thread – almost
 
cobweb light she is
arched back unsure
whether to suspend
 
burnt orange silks
cover the shutters
there are children in the street
 
she is nonetheless
quite bound-up
in red ropes
 
from loop at nape
and length of torso
it is peaceful
 
being spider-rolled
webbed-in and arched
as if a –
 
a bird swoops down
behind the orange silks

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