Poem as Parasite
A dark image,
close as if the reader’s own,
lets the poem bite.
It feeds in the night
begins to swell
until it sees a future
for itself, growing
through a sonnet
sequence, growing long
and filling out, growing
to a neo-epic fit
to swallow Gilgamesh.
Calvin Holder lives in Gloucestershire where he is much affected by the seasons. He has had work published in Right Hand Pointing and One Sentence Poems.