Monday, October 03, 2011

New Poetry by Benjamin Dodds

My Sky

Sometimes at 3 in the morning
there’s nothing I wouldn’t give
to see an ovoid capsule
settle with an almost inaudible thrum
on Downstairs Lisa’s immaculate lawn
just below the bedroom window
of my first storey Petersham flat.

When I’m in that mood
I’d even settle for a did-or-didn’t-it-happen
flickering-out of my private patch of stars
that might have been caused
by the silently passing magnetic swell
of something slow and immense across the sky
but it’s only the knowledge
that this will never happen
that lets me enter the sleep
of these uneventful nights.

- Benjamin Dodds 2011

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