Kester Brewin

Category: Poems

  • Fall

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    Fall You were well furnished once, abundantly appointed and basking before Fall… …Now the quicksilver falls quickly and, Job-like in stoic silence, you refuse to ask why, but shed all that fed you, coloured you, until bare-limbed you stand trunk-naked in the slipping light, the bracken carpet sheep-trodden at your root; wooden, still, you arbor…

  • New Poem: Skull/Heart/Guts

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    Skull/Heart/Guts This skin-bag barely containing wild raw nature cortex-capped, with dipping cord spine-tingling nervously into the maelstrom below; calcium throne above shuddering brittly at the thought of battles and struggles death and love and chemicals; in the middle, my heart. ©KB Nov 2011

  • Remembrance Day Poem: Truer Debts

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    A haiku for Armistice Day. Seems with all this talk of European debt, there’s still some other debts that we have to pay. Annually. With interest.   True Debts Remember today freedom’s forgotten origins true debts we pay still.   Other links: We Should F-ing Remember Them.

  • New Poem: Fuckers | London Riots

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    Fuckers Are you the same, that yank dogs with choke leashes, and smash shops? Tight necks, chain nooses and restricted passage-ways: the dispossessed will tonight by force, take possession of dogs and televisions women and matches and, for a moment, burn brightly before waking, smouldering with no cause to kick the ashes of what time…

  • Tombs for Gods Who Once Spoke

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    Tombs For Gods Who Once Spoke Temples, churches, mosques, you great piles of stones gathered against entropy, the fruits of hard labour, gathering moss in the rain and reaching, always reaching high to poke the underbelly of heaven. In all my travels, in all the steps I’ve climbed and candle-lit interiors, heavy with incense and…

  • The Curtain Moves…

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    Reminded today of one of RS Thomas’ poems – someone I need to read more of again. This picture of flinging gravel at the sky’s window… all for that small movement of affirmation… Timely right now. Folk Tale Prayers like gravel Flung at the sky’s window, hoping to attract the loved one’s attention. But without…