There Is No Res En Detre by Jonathan Beale

In the first mist, fog, and frost.
In a sea amongst the stillness
In this petrified forest everything
Posed waiting further instruction.

“Do not do. Do not do.”
He muses on Plath – As if these
two words are the key – The frost
and fog reveal all you need to see

The dulling smell of last night’s bonfire;
resplendent of all rites – of – passage
seeing the whole in this gilded frame
there is no res en deter after the first frost

Jonathan Beale
Jonathan Beale has poems published in Penwood Review, Danse Macabre, Poetic Diversity, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, Deadsnakes, Bitchin Kitsch, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, Van Gogh’s Ear, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, Jellyfish Whispers, The Outsider, and Yellow Mama. His work has appeared in such books as ‘Drowning’ (Scar publications) and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar publications). He is currently working on his second volume. His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.

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