This poem is taken from Stand 212, 14(4) December 2016 - February 2017.
Two Poems
Winter in Nicosia
Alouette would seem too natural a word
for this conjuror’s prop of metal and light
but the helicopter quivers as it struggles
rotor-blades dipped forwards to the wind
...
Alouette would seem too natural a word
for this conjuror’s prop of metal and light
but the helicopter quivers as it struggles
rotor-blades dipped forwards to the wind
...
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