A thousand brazen love locks thronged the fences, / weird erotic spells inscribed with black magic / marker
- by James PollockJames Pollock Updated 16:31, Feb. 14, 2020 | Published 13:35, Feb. 14, 2020This article was published over a year ago. Some information may no longer be current.
The Walrus
To my wife
One winter day I crossed the Seine alone
from the Musée d’Orsay’s effulgent hush
to the Tuileries’ deserted Garden,
walking the Senghor footbridge in the slush.
A thousand brazen love locks thronged the fences,
weird erotic spells inscribed with black magic
marker. A jail for spiritual offences. Against abandonment. One heretic
barge rode under that footbridge trailing smoke
and bearing a bright backhoe like a text
from God or an epiphanic joke.
One vessel christened Freedom. How unhexed
and joyful, O, and crafted to cohere,
a marriage grows whose art has mastered fear.
James Pollock is the author of Sailing to Babylon, which was a finalist for the Griffin Poetry Prize and the Governor General's Literary Award in Poetry. His poems have been published in The Paris Review, AGNI, Maisonneuve and other journals in the U.S. and Canada.
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