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Matt Duggan

Autumn

It was between two September moons

 

that I saw her breath drift among the autumn debris

 

lightness of day wrapped on wet broadsheets

 

 

where I hear jostling winds like small children

 

playing in gardens of floating shipwrecks.

 

 

The morning as dark as star anise;

 

air shows cubes of rain falling under

 

spotlights waking from sleep.

 

 

Her summer eyes are lost in the dankness

 

that even the roses in the park look grey;

 

 

This season unlocks timid streams of sun and frost

onto the falling leaves that camouflage a young fox

gathering scraps from the remains of Sunday Tea;

rarely do we see any light in the break of autumn

just that black and white celluloid glow

slowly preparing us for the cold stay of Winter.

Revolution

We are crab claws bones scattered on the sand

washed up from the beach returned to the master of sea;

detached by the beauty that resonates from the deepest

surface of ocean. Where they throw us back onto dry land

believe that they can give us just enough of what we want –

a veneer like salt to lassitude and distractions.

Though the sea is not our ruler who scribes out the future –

They ask that revolution will never raise a glass to those comrades

as they've given us just enough of what we want -

no longer do we think while we're mainlined into google chrome.

 

Questioning the Space between Drones

Answers we seek are sometimes hidden

beneath the skin of wood and soil –

we must reveal ourselves to the world a little

before we can question the future and past;

 

Though this journey will bring hope and madness

in mirrors that won't reflect the true version of the self,

 

we must scale the battlements of our deepest

convictions; control the truth before the truth

stimulates us. Dare the wind of spying drones

catch our shadow now citizens are suspected thieves;

 

let the rainbow blind the path of buzzing eye-lids

where lies are doctored in black and white screens;

Now confusion is the weapon of choice

hysteria – the oxygen they spread with outrageous spite;

 

We once believed our voices could make a change;

Though the frightened one convinced the many

that everything will remain the same.

 

 

Matt Duggan's poems have appeared in many journals such as Osiris poetry journal, A Restricted View from Under the Hedge, Ghost City Review, The JournalDodging the Rain, Rising Phoenix Review, Into the Void, Picaroon Poetry Journal, Mutability Literature, The High Window,...

Winner of the Erbacce Prize in 2015 and the Into the Void Prize (2016)

Matt has his second full collection Woodworm due to be published by Hedgehog Press in March 2019.

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