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Where did they go,
Those thought-bright fishes?
Those that filled my eyes?
Fleet-fast orange, blue, silver
Coral-circus dazzle-dancers:
There, then not, then flash-back
Again; noiseless yet crackling
Like electric sweet wrappers,
Organic, fluid metal gems.
Where are they now?

On kite-sun evenings
Like these,
I miss them so.
The endless, God-chain
That surprised me constantly
With form, with size, with flight;
With spikes, with might, with fight:
Challenged my very perceptions
Returning from fossil dawn waters.

Will I ever see them,
Their like again,
Those angel-dream darlings?
That fed my soul,
That kept me whole
On mornings like this
I find I need them;
That I grow smaller
In their absence.
If their disappearance
Was my fault –
That perhaps I took
Them for granted,
Once too often –
I hope they will accept
That I realise
How wrong I was.

© Paul Higgs 2013

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Todays featured poem comes from Paul Higgs. This is an almost reverential piece, dealing with loss and memory. A sad piece, full of fantastic imagery, Paul really draws us into the piece, and is almost apologetic in his approach to the subject matter. Esoteric and melancholy, this is a piece that deserves several reads to unlock the beauty within the words.

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