poet james Walton

Abandoned soliloquy by James Walton

Dawn of a new day

Photograph by Ghislain Mary

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Abandoned soliloquy
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a flotsam head
not quite ashore
treading water     seemingly
 
speaking ancient Greek or reformed Latin
who would know these days
 
drifting down a tidal river
to eastern beaches
water like tea
 
augury symptoms in urine
the lost squid in a rock pool
waiting for the afternoon tow
 
once hands held out arrival
for our beautiful roles
your ventriloquist’s tongue
in a perfect sentence
 
you drove the core out
peeled my love in one long threat
the scrutiny of your beak dissecting
 
no boat can get anchorage
the Antarctic breath colludes
capsizing histories
 
all along the shipwreck coast
our children      your new young lover
hoping the mast they cling to
has a future where the baggage
intersects a stranger’s journey
 
these serpent arms
that held your face in compromise
I licked the salt from your inner thighs
strangled ambition for a wanting
so powerful my eyes were burnt out
 
the estuary pushes
this infection squeezed abroad
one way a new continent
 
turn about parturient islands arch
hardy shoulders curse the dozen labours 
bent to the task like the trees of Patagonia
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 Jim portrait head
James Walton is an Australian poet published in newspapers, and many journals, and anthologies. Short listed twice for the ACU National Literature Prize, a double prize winner in the MPU International Poetry Prize, Specially Commended in The Welsh Poetry Competition – his collection ‘The Leviathan’s Apprentice’ was published in 2015.
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You can view more photographs by Ghislain Mary at this link https://www.flickr.com/photos/ghislainmary/

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Unrequited forester contrite with sunrise by James Walton

smokinghill
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Unrequited forester contrite with sunrise
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still smouldering
with interred lightning
this tempered wilderness
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life drawings of fire
dance in alphabet
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hills make charcoal
smudge the outlines
saltpetre heathen tongues
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peel back these veins
as gut for flamenco
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in the valleys now
courts the dragon
eludes the celibate dawn
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will your heart match
the wing flap
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seek without shame
and make fertile
this ear drum’s beat
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cast lots along the razorback
to such unending desire
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this true name
can only be spoken
by counting years aloud
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into any inferno
I will call them out
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wanting to hear
all you have again
in a quickened reprise
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James Walton is an award winning poet published in many journals and anthologies, short listed twice for the ACU national Literature Prize, a double prize winner in the MPU International Poetry Prize, and Specially Commended in The Welsh Poetry Competition