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Second Sight

by bernard pearson


The thing about laughing boy,

With his standing stone teeth,

In the gap where his kisser once was

And his eyes now stilton-veined,

By some moping he did,

(Well crying really), in the nights

When only the dark heard him,

Above the sound of hissing

In the firey marshes and the wailing birds

Fleeing in land; as if they’d be safe there !

As I say, the point about old baldy

Being that he lived in blissful ignorance once,

Like some novitiate in a religious order,

Never really understanding,

What was required of him from God.

Or for that matter

what he required of The Fisher King.

It is no coincidence, we think of an

Old man in the sky, when we

Should be thinking of the changeling

In the crib, and the laughter

Of the boy In the mirror.

 

BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in many publications , including; AestheticaMagazine , The Edinburgh Review,The Madrigal, Indelible Magazine,The York Literary Review In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 He has had two novels published in recent years and is a prize winning short story writer.




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