rearview: The oakhill forest

i am the fallen snow
flattened —
Enter the tree bare woods
along the Oakhills
where you peer
waiting slowly
as bus holds
the rush
Between the trees
i am cut into jagged
making me
a jigsaw
your puzzle in
white and grey
wondering about the
and why my world is so
My eyes stare at the
and my body
is yours to
high beams
cutting down the hill
watching the
progression of
opposite traffic
travelling behind
a 60
in an 80
not knowing
it’s me
who’s staring
back, alone

About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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