Matthew Hall


Brno
     for martina

you replicate money oak leaf
rose lear wheelhouse
Hrad star          picket arrows
are the limits
of the nation bush
splinter moorish wall                rillet
sky. raincover arch, who desires you
now in the operatic day
of cannon mist.
new rock dead flag
crows high in octangular dome
mauve rose. You are a mason
amongst crumbling
walls, the graffiti’d limit
of fresh starts.
smoke stack archetypes
with nothing to reclaim a keyhole
gender security
camera tropes
you don't construct a castle to take
the place
of a church
you edit back
blood but there are miniature horses
in the park
fall out
shelters holding
red patio furniture
black pines

your syntax in the rain
blue eve's
blanched playground
white
epitaphs with fuscha
sneakers

we flock to bronze ravens
and birdhouses behind
glass
yet
amongst laureled
kebab shops
one misses
quinces




Matthew Hall is a poet living in Melbourne, Australia, where he teaches literature, writes criticism, and edits for Cordite Poetry Review.
 
 
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