Tuesday, 5 May 2015

1 Poem by John Grey

NEW ESTATE ON THE WAY

I know what the signs mean.
Bright orange splashed on a tree
is like a middle age's plague sign.
Except everything inside this bark
is healthy.

Some are adorned in orange-red circles,
the sign of reprieve...for now.

And then there's the surveyor's stakes,
plunged into earth
like someone's been killing a sleeping vampire.
In reality, they've awakened one.


Bionote

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in Oyez Review, Rockhurst Review and Spindrift with work upcoming in New Plains Review, Leading Edge and Louisiana Literature.





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