Two Poems by Derek Brown

The Very First Days of February

The chequerboard is elevated
There is a heavenly displacement
Where I sit inside this bar
The people talk of nothing
But masquerades of circumstance
But are essentially oblivious
And know not to be thankful
A crucial aimlessness lingers
Like alcohol on the breaths
Of the cryptically broken-hearted
As they nurture each other’s grief
Like a messiah his tender garden
The dog beside me whines
Perhaps it knows
What I do not know
And do not wish to know?
But not everything is a graveyard
Or a cemetery insight
I sit here and recall the snow
The very first days of February
Did not completely turn to nights.

The Senile Woman in the Corner

In these blue surroundings that melt
Like the snows that vanished with March,
The senile woman in the corner
Sings a sweet and incomprehensible song,
The not completely unwelcome visitors
Consult the phantoms of each other,
The ones with nothing left to haunt
But the voids that are left by absence,
In a space where nothing is recorded
But the sad and shapeless voice
Of a god who has forgotten our memory,
It recalls only its incontrovertible shadow
Masked by crude festivities designed
To replicate the mystery
That these ignorant eyes call light.

Derek Brown was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland. He has previously been published in various New Voices Press anthologies, Omphalos Issue 12 and in Amethyst Review.

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