
MAKING MARKS
He draws with the charcoal an arc across the page.
Pictures her blacked eye from the story.
Music inching off from behind as disgrace.
What is this drawing for but drawing out?
Petals fall from drying stems.
This book on the table pretends to be read.
Remember yesterday hit by a car reversing in the dark.
Put the charcoal down and look outside.
Duncan Jones
Duncan has lived and worked in Birmingham for over forty years. He does things with words and pictures.
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