Margaret Redux
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The dreams of her are coming fast and thin.
She fills my bed with foreign images
Quite unrelated to her, more a twin
Of monstrousness. These dream-filled scrimmages
Leave me defenceless. It is as if she now
Can conjure all the moments we were wrong
And magnify them from her dreamworld slough,
The nightmare slough, and make them much more strong
And deformations of our past. No bloats
But desiccations are the methods she
Now wields; no whisperings, but screaming notes
In silence, each one as a throttled plea.
She wears the outfits that I bought but they
