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Franklin Square

Franklin Square.

I love to wake in the damp air of Franklin Square,
Watching those irreverent, inverted pissing geisers
Plummet on the great Man, in broad daylight streams

Lost in the ice, what would he give?
For such temperate relief as this.
I breathe in the moisture and look up at the sky of polarized dreams.

All is well, and I fill in the day, with the great slanted colour of rain,
I don’t care if the wind is wild in St David’s park
And sidelong blows, lead trees gracefully astray

You wander into a café and stare
At your body like a word on a page
And it begins to lose some sense

Beauty was otherwise engaged
When I called her for a definition
And the lexicon mirror,sinister seeming.

But, look – beyond the smeary pane
And the world’s gleaming
The pavement, aflame.

And, You're still there.
In the sun warmth of a dappled table
Where the great statured man is,

His passage in pain, tales gnawed at,
By the history of retreating ice
Is like the mystery of that fountain

It's rippling surface dispersing your image
To the very edge of it's plane
Like a story, lost in fragments, time and again

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Last few words: 
Sir John Franklin, erstwhile Governor of Tasmania, whose ship was lost trying to make it through the North-West Passage back in the 1840's. You can read about him here: I don't know what he was really looking for - but he has a giant statue in Hobart, where a lot of people stop and look in the water, for something..
Editing stage: 


Just a couple of revisions on the run (on a very dodgy tablet - apologies for typos)

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

author comment

A descriptive poem that flows effortlessly, ticked all the boxes for me. Nice work. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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