Why do bridges hate?

Bridges are a common and I suppose a rather obvious image in my poems, but here’s a new angle.

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WHY DO BRIDGES HATE?

WHY DO BRIDGES HATE?

If we have eyes to see the stars, why burn them out?

If we taste wine, why retch?

If we are rooted in the soil, why tear and wither?

We say the stars are distant; we are not the soil.

Why do bridges hate?

Now a bit more poetry quizzing. The last quote was from Louis MacNeice (“Wipers”); the clue was rather obscure but I’d already used a pun on his name (MacUncle) in a clue on other lines of his.

Now:

Full fathom five thy father lies

Of his bones are coral made

Those are pearls that were his eyes;

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange

CLUE: Stormy weather? Brandish your weapons.

Easy, that one – isn’t it??

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  1. Really like this one Simon, it’s compelling and intriguing.

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