Journeys Without Maps

Journeys Without Maps short poem

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JOURNEYS WITHOUT MAPS/
AFTER FIGUERAS, CATALUNYA

when seawind blows
it spins the moons,
fills lunar curves
in golden masks
that revolve
above the ornate faces
of the harbour clock

when the seawind blows
and moons revolve
wind-fed wheels
feed and snick
behind each golden face
and the moments pace
and the harbour moves

but when
there is no wind
there is no time

moments slow
then last forever,
and we stay
trapped within
each other’s eyes

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By way of introduction, I’ve had masses of material published in all manner of strange and obscure places, magazines, websites, anthologies and books. I’ve also worked as a Stand-Up Poet on the ‘Alternative Cabaret Circuit’, and I’ve interviewed very many people from the worlds of Literature, SF-Fantasy, Art and Rock-Music for a variety of publications (a selection of my favourite interviews collected into the recent ‘Headpress’ book ‘I WAS ELVIS PRESLEY’S BASTARD LOVE-CHILD’). My latest book is ‘DON'T CALL ME NIGGER, WHITEY: SLY STONE & BLACK POWER’. I look forward to your feedback...ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS NO MATCH FOR NATURAL STUPIDITY!!! Check out my website ‘EIGHT MILES HIGHER’ – ‘The Blogspot for People Who Don’t Like Blogspots’ – latest postings include ‘Music From Sheffield: The Box’ interviews/history, Kurt Vonnegut 1983 interview, full Bill Nelson interview-live/album review-discog retrospective with rare archive art, ‘The Lost Worlds Of Arthur Conan Doyle: His SF, Fantasy & Horror’, Neil Sedaka Live, Elvis: My Visit To Graceland & Sun Studios with photos, ‘Rogue Moon’ by Algis Budrys – history & analysis, Cassandra Complex 1988 interview, and more… monthly updates at http://andrewdarlington.blogspot.com
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Aloke
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Superb imagery.Brilliant wordplay.Beautiful cadence. Very enjoyable read.

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