#Poem perspex egg

A 6′ perspex egg rests on the river bed
Cyclone, aura, egg, capsule
The hatch is open to dig into shale and mud
down into history
the sudden mist on Dartmoor
London’s neon
A warm smile and romance that spins until you tumble
age on age
through floods and drought
within the secret
the river’s alchemy
iron sword
pottery scarred with magic

I bought a 2″ plastic egg from a vending machine
threw away the novelty toy
put inside everything I wanted to say
tied it to a helium party balloon
a bargain from a street trader

On the coast
the wind blustered out to sea
I let it go


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