Time Distortions
by and published in Edition Three of Pomegranate
A black horse shucks whole afternoons of sunlight from its mane.
Your eyes eclipse with sunlight and you pacify into sleep.
A leaf scuffs and latters between lanes, a metered dance – levitation pushes pause on the air; a car deletes the stasis and you miss the rest of it.
I read ten, a hundred, or more letters declaring war, but the clouds refuse to drop their rain, even though the sky is dense and black and still more letters arrive and still the storm will not unburden itself and a note arrives from you and the sky’s contents are like mortar shells.
All the bees rush hour the hive, rush hour the flowers, industry the routes between hive and flowers, skim five minutes off the rush hour which stays an hour despite.
The mown grass sewn with black flies instants the thought of grass cuttings hunkering in a warm mulch, underground, siphoning bile into the soil and feeding obscure roots; the flies: what are they looking for?
George Ttoouli
George Ttoouli is 28 years old. He works in London as the Education Projects Co-ordinator at the Poetry Society and in Coventry as an Honorary Teaching Fellow for the Warwick Writing Programme. As a freelancer he edits British Pensioner and co-edits Gists and Piths and The Oubliette. He received a Jerwood-Arvon Young Writing Apprenticeship in 2004 and was commended for creative non-fiction in 2007 by New Writing Ventures. He is fairly convinced that he shouldn’t be writing poetry, but he just can’t stop.