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The Curse of Poetry

We left the world behind
and followed the poet through the rain
To hunker
in the concrete bunker beneath the vineyard
And watch Bill read
with water dripping off his hat

rising staccato
He forgets to breathe and so do we
Verses unwind
Well versed
the poet as prophet,
the unacknowledged legislator
of human experience

He reads the one about Frances
I remember it from a creative writing class
eight years ago
I was jealous of her then
Her immortal Troy, her ever-loving luck
The grace of Bill
spinning words around her

But now he says
they broke up, a few months later
maybe that’s
the curse of poetry.

About writehandedgirl

Sarah is a writer who is passionate about social justice, feminism, politics, and cats. She is a columnist and poet and currently lives in Nelson. You can follow Sarah on Twitter (@_writehanded_) or read more of her writing at



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