This poem is taken from Stand 218, 16(2) May - June 2018.

Steve Griffiths Two Poems
Keeping time

I carried the darkness
about with me for years:
it was important work,
whatever it was I did.
I reach back for the slivers
of forgotten glitter
now I believe I might know
what to do with them.
An old friend tells me
it was not so dark.
I struggle to remember
how I got to be looking down
at myself among the fluttering cutlery
doing my bit
in the fug of repartee.
My adolescent plumage
ruffled out
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