Avery Mathers: Three Imagist Poems



Burnished blue flash

        and cackle of magpie: ratchet

        on a creaky dock-yard crane

Berry black glint

        and sudden stillness:




A woman’s hand on a butcher’s slab

that has no fingers

She strokes it gently

Feeling the grain

Sun in the Morning

A boy in a blue-sky balaclava

Runs carefree past a low curved wall

Leaning in

Feeling the sure grip underfoot


His breath a cloud he leaves behind

Careless of his passing


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