Alicia's Diary
by Jon Stocks
Meet me and I shall know you, light and shadow,
A formless, fantastic distillation,
Confection of smoke and fogs and gaslight.
Meet me and I’ll watch you as you wander,
Dreamily up pea-souped side streets,
Long neck hidden by black buttoned collar,
Your exhaled breath, a ghostly miasma,
Drifting past the clanking city tram-cars,
Top hat and tailed, tapping with my cane.
Yours for all eternity my darling,
Yours beyond the final cutting edge of time.
Late for your theatre tea, warm hands wrapped in velvet,
Hat pulled down over your pert, pink ears.
Your diary shows me all your sweet conceits,
And makes me long to hold you, snug as the grave.
© 2007 Jon Stocks
Jon Stocks has had work published in magazines
worldwide and have been nominated for the Pushcart prize 2007,
an American poetry award. He has also received a citation of
special merit from Bewildering stories magazine.
Recent work has appeared, or is scheduled to appear, in magazines
including
The Coffee House magazine, Coffee House, Pennine Platform,
Littoral,
Other Poetry, Manifold, Poetry Monthly, Harlequin, Tadeeb International
(translated into Urdu), Taj Mahal review, Avacado, Involution
and
Interlude.
He is currently working on a first novel and also
writes
short stories, winning the Carillon magazine short
story competition.
A
small number of poems are currently being transformed into short films
as part of a film poetry project. His poem, "Alicia's Diary" was
recently performed
in Sheffield Cathedral as part of a Multi-media poetry presentation.
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