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Sunday, 14 April 2019

That Was the MUSE That Was


From tiny haikus,
great epics grow.
Sprouting little limericks,
tendril lines emerge,
formed from verdant words:
each of them
composed of divergent DNA -
Re-arrange the letters
and different species
are born.

Sapling stanzas grow thick,
create fingerling
burgeon into
canopy crowns.
The years turn into decades,
turn into centuries.
The once-sharp edged leaves
and fall,
replaced by new growth,
and the previously relevant

becomes elegiac.

© Andrew Goodison

Andrew Goodison is a single father of two, full time carer and full time poet, living in the West of Ireland.

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