Our poet today Gordon Hoyles dazzles us with the burgeoning Pollockian fecundity of Spring, on this Day 489 of the daily new poems.
Spring
Root and branch
Stravinsky’s crashing
jangling drama.
Sex pit
survivors
revive, arrive
buzz and zing
leap and swim
squeak and sing
burrow and dig
and take and eat.
Sacrificials
squirm.
Riots bash
dribble twitch
Jackson Pollock’s
raiment dazzle drip.
Nothing is sacred;
nothing is safe.
The war is on.
Gordon Hoyles