based around a painting i made of my son against a red background
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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 .
Relic
red cast among the northern hills
and in them silver girls are weaving
with maybe water on their heads
in balanced jugs
and bound tightly underneath the swathe of discretion
bound tightly to the love of you
your face cast upon their heath as a monolith
giant and smiling within the knowledge of security
of that adoration
faiths have come and gone
and stones once lorded lie
their noses to the dirt
ululating to the mud from which they're crushed
well small god of far off places
how does it feel to be just another stone
if somewhat awed in mystery
now your time has gone
a relic