Jonathan Butcher- Two Poems

Magpies Nest

The remaining shards of pomp, scatter the

landscape in equal measures to the papers

littered with their torrid faces.

They grin from the page, another one spawned

from their polished claws, its fate just thrown 

into the cycle, to repeat the age old tumbles

and turns. 

Not one tear is shed by the ones still 

locked in their dampened caverns, rubbing

two pieces of silver in hope of a spark, that

may throw forward some light, and give an 

excuse for the laughter to continue. 

They still remain buried, their roofs never

anything resembling shelter, whilst those

faces continue to stare through papers, 

that never seem to turn to dust.

To Remember

The eyes never seem to forget, even if the

the limbs do, and the frailty seems unsupported,

and is allow free reign over arms and joints.

The radio, now taken apart for the third time, 

with hands that where always so precise, like

a kestrel's swoop, like a watch makers eye.

That slight glitch of recognition, rarely makes 

up for that lost movement, that leaves that foot

print, which then dissolves in the slightest 

breeze.  

Jonathan Butcher is a poet based in Sheffield in the North of England. He has had work appear in various print and on-line publications including: Underground Voices, Electric Windmill Press, Black-Listed Magazine Elbow Room, Popshot, and Dead Beats. He has forthcoming work appearing in The English Chicago Review and Prototype Magazine. His Chapbook 'Concrete Cradle' has recently been published by Fire Hazard Press.