Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 37 | March 2019 | New Poetry- Arthur Broomfield

New Poetry- Arthur Broomfield

The return of the artist

It was that kind of a once-in-a-lifetime
snow and hailstones day
so dreamed of by smug artists and Yale dons,
dendrological in a buns and sofa way:
King David on his throne,
Bathsheba pouring goat curd and curses
over the scone mix,
when the garlic guest strolled in,
carrying his masterpiece on a head
[true to his training],
the snow and slurry from his mosaic boots
beguiling the Axminister with rocks of ages.

“My ship is waiting at Giza”,
he explained,
“the clouds are...

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