David Gale My offers of I
(for Peter Sansom)
I offer you I;my iron rod, backbone, the fibre of my word rope, the one stroke with which to express my self, a mark as pointed as a spear, my signless pole stripped down all bare as measly as a fish bone. I offer you i; the isle of my childishness, the -ic of my craft, the launch pad and capsule for the spill of my drop, my hesitant dot, or poise for the upbeat flick in my line's breath, my initial initial of a body in growth. I offer you I; the column and plinth, classically traced, parent, editor, or the girder with clown's feet and bifurcated rim, steady yet top heavy in my vernacular ah which labours attention in an underline and overline of indulgent confidence. David Gale is a member of Poetry Swindon in the UK although he now lives in Gloucester. He has been published in Domestic Cherry, The Interpreter’s House, South and South Bank Poetry
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