Kester Brewin

Category: Poems

  • There Is No Resurrection…

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    Life, After Death. There is no resurrection only life, after death: after death, the resurrection, in time, of life, drawing vigour from one that has passed and refusing to let them pass without their last blessing. His favourite verse: ‘Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him til daybreak.’ ‘The man said “Let…

  • National Poetry Day | New Poem: Phases

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    Phases Hard to say how many moons more will rise and fall and grow and die before he wanes for good. Through diminishing slits now his light is reflected: shadows seep quietly, inexorably, across a greying surface where life once teemed. Body-blows and craters; the sun struggles, gravity weakens; there is no more breath, then…

  • New Poem: The Transit of Venus

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    The Transit of Venus Mute rocks and burning suns fall, unknowing, from their blind orbits into dumb alignment. Through dark glasses we gaze up and wonder in wonder at these far symmetries, projecting onto heaven’s canopy untold desires for order amid the spinning choas. Venus, we call her, is in her transit. In our blindspots…

  • Fall

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    Fall You were well furnished once, abundantly appointed and basking before Fall… …Now the quicksilver falls quickly and, Job-like in stoic silence, you refuse to ask why, but shed all that fed you, coloured you, until bare-limbed you stand trunk-naked in the slipping light, the bracken carpet sheep-trodden at your root; wooden, still, you arbor…

  • New Poem: Skull/Heart/Guts

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    Skull/Heart/Guts This skin-bag barely containing wild raw nature cortex-capped, with dipping cord spine-tingling nervously into the maelstrom below; calcium throne above shuddering brittly at the thought of battles and struggles death and love and chemicals; in the middle, my heart. ©KB Nov 2011

  • Remembrance Day Poem: Truer Debts

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    A haiku for Armistice Day. Seems with all this talk of European debt, there’s still some other debts that we have to pay. Annually. With interest.   True Debts Remember today freedom’s forgotten origins true debts we pay still.   Other links: We Should F-ing Remember Them.