reaching far as eyes can see.
To be salt in the blue
lung of Icarus.
To be a forgotten rabbit
in the magician’s black hat.
To be an invitation lost in the post.
To be a mite muscling through
the dust of day-to-day life.
To be a plump callus
on the damp palm of Sisyphus.
To be a feast spoiling in the hall
of some forgotten king.
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Steven Bruce is a poet, writer, and award-winning author. His poetry and short stories have appeared in magazines, webzines, and anthologies worldwide. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. He is the recipient of the Literary Titan Golden Book Award, the Firebird Book Award, and the Indies Today Five-star Recommendation Badge.
To be salt in the blue
lung of Icarus.
To be a forgotten rabbit
in the magician’s black hat.
To be an invitation lost in the post.
To be a mite muscling through
the dust of day-to-day life.
To be a plump callus
on the damp palm of Sisyphus.
To be a feast spoiling in the hall
of some forgotten king.
—
Steven Bruce is a poet, writer, and award-winning author. His poetry and short stories have appeared in magazines, webzines, and anthologies worldwide. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. He is the recipient of the Literary Titan Golden Book Award, the Firebird Book Award, and the Indies Today Five-star Recommendation Badge.