Karen Bookguilder is intended to be a collection of poems 60 poems expressly for the Book Guild
by Mike Burr - the themes being dictated by or about its published artisans .
Fen
fen full of rustling reeds, unease riding with its shifting
i run a hand light breeze upon the bittern breath
and throttle all its croaking and the maul of frogs beneath it
the carp that slip between the stems may roll onto their backs
and stench of methane from the mud expires into the air
my boat slips lightly down the awkward stagnant waters
the silence of the oars drip drip back into the mire
i am coming and in my cloak of mist and misery
for i seek you with my lips
and in my kiss no wretch may envy
the knowledge of its number
i search for you
i am death