Cumulative reveries collect,
in the vortex corners of eyes,
apropos to the old-artefact-stacked
Garage – slanting March rays banter beyond
and the chanting clouds cluster neatly,
a reception for unanchored thoughts.
Home – I pick at an picture tucked between
spines on a shelf – now coated in dust.
Like coffin matter, drawings
Populate – pages of a stowed-away book.
Graven and tired, pencil lines ferreting
Past the faded margins, cornered by pasts.
A weary song recalls a season, playing dutifully in the old car.
A moment refuses dismantlement.
Outside, beyond the unlistening bricks, realness
glistens…a lifetime has elapsed
Since we last spoke
Jacob Dunstan is a freelance writer and actor. He has worked many years at camps and has a love of cinema. He has been a fan of poetry since his teens and his appreciation for the form was consolidated after undertaking a course at University. He enjoys walking and running and loves the months of the year.