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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 1, March 2019
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Claire Everett and Joel Everett
Northallerton, North Yorkshire, England, UK


A Golden Dream

that perfect fruit
made only for her palm . . .
the notion
that this life of short lives
is mine by happenstance

A dusty road of many twists and turns, of chapters come and gone. Half a century and more of my beloved autumn returning to me, only to crumble at my touch and leave its glister. A slate-blue yonder that dissolves beneath the feet is how the future has always seemed to me; a shimmering torment to the lips of Tantalus.

I have garbled stories from drops of scarlet rain and poppies the colour of ink-dark moons, but none told of a son—not mine—and yet. Now he writes as I have written, reads as I have read.

that finger
it invites me to reach,
touch the canvas . . .
I'm sure the ruddy tip
would be warm against mine

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Author's Note: This ekphrastic piece began with Joel's response to the painting "A Golden Dream" by Thomas Cooper Gotch (1854-1931).

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