Poems by Graham Burchell
Last Supper
... at turkey leg his neck twisted in hidden furyPollock drizzled ...
Fairy Tale
... in that perennial wildernessI see your children Kingsley ...
Motif
... the shoreline of middle C¿What time-line to let it linger/ ...
Boireann
... rooks overhead look crimsonone colour among several is lostand edges soften ...
Yarner
... Threatened, they pause, cut short their song, stop ...
