by Ian C SMith
He duels with a young editor.
The prize? His prose.
anathema to those fresh-
baked from creative writing courses,
his lateral palaver, reliant
on commas like roadside poppies
- horizon-glimpse of hyphens, dashes –
asterisks starbursting across heaven’s drum
(brackets enclaving sly word hoardings)
inverted commas ‘skylarking’,
jokes like footnotes,
divert, keeping his light burning,
these sentences, axiomatic, epigrammatic,
avenues of his life
which he would paraphrase, extend,
postponing the heart-piercing full stop.
Last updated June 04, 2011