New Things

A lot of my poetry reflects my love of nature, of the hills and of the sea. Mythical beasts appear, ominous or welcoming. This poem draws on a very different environment, urban and wretched, but maybe the themes aren’t that different.


It will not be all new when we meet again

The blood will still be on the old stone steps

The man at the corner will still be glancing after

The drunken girl who retches beyond the railings.


We recognise the smears, you and I

We know the use of bleach on the grimy standard

Will wreck it beyond loving, and the raising

Of a pure standard is a call to killing.


But where the stray cat wolfs the fallen burger,

Where up the bloodstained steps you come by night

There is the cancer that will grow and scatter

The knowing of the dark, the love of light.


Copyright Simon Banks 2012

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  1. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  May 31, 2012

    I like this very much
    nature will always be a part of life even in the urban setting
    I think people are just impatient more there, and want to
    clean…hide something before She can take of the smears


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