A galaxy of poets
I’d always wondered what we were
when we got together, normally
alone, happily fighting the night,
unobserved except for lovers and the moon,
on a mountainside or shit job,
a lock in, holding cell or college bar,
too incapable, too much in love
with a boy or girl we’ve never met,
or a lamp-post on Platform 9,
all the same, but different as dogs,
together, a collective uncollected,
raising glasses to the heavens,
solar systems, drunk constellations,
Pleiades light, too faint for words,
clouded over, or giant supernovas
exploding from some black hole;
no, a galaxy, a galaxy of poets,
so many stars, so few household names.
Julian F. Woodford, who lives in Hull, has brought out two poetry pamphlets, Made In Germany and the First 3 Months of ’83 and received an Ontario Arts Council award for his work. He is a producer/writer at Dead Bod Films.