For February's Poem of the Month I have chosen Michael Massey's poem BackroadsIt is taken from his collection: "Sifting Through Ashes."



BACKROADS

As I cruise in tunnel vision
hedges, fields blur backwards
in peripheral watercolour green.
I steer phrases, feelings, rhythms
into gaps I never filled, never knew
existed. I wait for clutches of incubating
words to yield yellow chicks, watch
in wonder as they stagger
from brittle, broken shells.

When green turns to grey
vision widens into fisheye.
Twin metronomes clear streams
of consciousness like cleansing
a blackboard of cyphers. Once
again on spinning coin wheels
I am absorbed into torpedo flow
aimed at city’s heart.








Road by Bobby Mikul



City Pollution by Peter Griffin












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