Tonic by Ian Kellett
Of tree roots reach
Down towards the lemon flavoured river,
Rolling from a citrus sea
So far away
And favouring the banks
Of this tranced land
For one short day.
And coloured dirt
The branches of the sherbet trees
Ease closer to the flow
Growing singular
Each year for the chance
To dip their tender tips
Within it.
The water asks
The residents of other riversides
To come and cleanse
Their tendrils
And we are left to stretch
Ourselves longer for the promise
Of tomorrow.
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Ian is an almost 44 year old poet from Yorkshire, England, and having been at this for some years feels there’s still some miles to go yet. He says: “This piece is one of a a series called STATES, based of pictures taken in Missouri, US, this particular one taken on the 16th April this year, and we were by the Shoal Creek falls in Joplin and the river tasted of Lemon.” He’s just completed his collection T-Minus, which counted down, 1 poem per day, the 80 days period he had before flying to the US and meeting the woman of his dreams (which he did). This and other works have been collected here and have been released upon the Twitter/Facebook worlds as well as various blogspot/posterous. Ian’s birthday is tomorrow and Metazen sends its very best wishes on the occasion.
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