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They each exist, one after the other, on skiffs gliding through canals at the dead of night.   The moon burns topaz, street-lamps sigh.   One deserter whispers the Ave Maria. Clap go the hurried […]

Aaron Lembo

Aaron is currently studying for an MA Creative Writing at Manchester Metropolitan University. He was joint recipient of the Bath Spa Poetry Award, where he graduated 2016 in Creative Writing and English Literature. He is one of eleven poets to have been selected in the 'Composers and Poets' strand of the Leeds Lieder Festival 2017.

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This article was published by Helen Bowell on 09 May 2017, and is filed under Poetry.

Exiles and Loot by Aaron Lembo

They each exist, one after the other, on skiffs

gliding through canals at the dead of night.  

The moon burns topaz, street-lamps sigh.

 

One deserter whispers the Ave Maria.

Clap go the hurried boots of statesmen

chasing shadows down cobbled streets. 

 

The schismatic tongue, some say, lashes heresy.

Townsfolk who graft with hammer and anvil 

have begun to question the orthodox treatise.

 

Fog engulfs every street. Personae flee:

persecuted for their crafted rhetoric,

each prays in silence to the amethyst sea.

 

 

 

 

 

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