A Study in F

There are avalanches in him
that tumble like rain

and aggression like a small child
throwing stones at an ever-retreating shore.

There is granite in his lips
that only keeps deepening

and cages in his eyes
that locks in distance.

There are knives in his voice
that scag and scatter

and the silhouette of a boy
in the debris of his smile.

© Keighley Perkins

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About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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