Saturday, 2 February 2013

A Poem for Candlemas 2013 by Todd Swift



Disorders of Personality

However it happened it had to
on Candlemas, when candles lit

the glass all down the night avenue
where I for so long dissolving sought

a passport photo sort of identity to becalm
the sense of drift over fist, some alarm;

the booth cracked to take my image in.
Spit out fluency of selfhood, when swallowing

purification of the mother.  Christ, a child
bled for ceremony so soon after Christmas.

A wick’s spatter approximates bloodletting.
All good is done despite what else we do.

To calorie count the evil, you’re over
your daily limit: as each knows truly

in their bed and when passing a hand through
the gap in his chest: the air huffing in over out.


- new poem by Todd Swift
Post a Comment

Popular Posts

About Eyewear the blog

Eyewear THE BLOG is the most read British poetry blog-zine of all time, getting more than 25,000 page-views a month. It began in 2005 and has now been read by over 2.5 million.


The views expressed by editor Todd Swift are not necessarily shared by contributing poets and reviewers. Any material on this blog infringing copyright will be removed immediately upon request.
To order books from Eyewear PUBLISHING LIMITED, go to: www.eyewearpublishing.com