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Ian Brinton

Adultery, A Sonnet

down the dry rut folk stalk
earing close for withered dreams
sunk past running water to dried mud

ribbons of a long skirt raised in a husband’s absence
are trails between reeds bending forward
in a late morning dusk

he lays his nets in song behind him
threads of words thrown out and webbed forward
balls of light sliding up and down the line

recall: feet half-sunken in evil fen
plashed steps of a woman following.

You gave me back a life,
She said, hoisting a skirt
In a darkened kitchen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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