One Poem by James Bell

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

seen in a junk shop window

there’s a permanent line from closed eyes
to the end of nose that expresses
an assured aloofness taken from reality

though this is no death mask – cries out
against any kind of morbidity – still
just lives – the place is of another time

for sure – the face fashioned for
a certain kind of eternity hard to ignore
or remonstrate against as painted nonsense

the set flick of an eyelash rails against
dawning or passing of an age – has seen
wigs of desire and danger come and go

disguises only fabricated shut down windows
to the soul in some profound unsaid comment
full of knowledge yet tentative on the lips

a mere chip here and there does not spell
disaster for a head of plaster that has seen
better days and more salubrious surroundings


James Bell – returned to writing poetry over twenty years ago and has not yet left. He is a regular contributor to Nine Muses’ Special Challenges.

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