Paul Waring: a poem



Edgeless


Today I lack spark

charmless as plain biscuits


sharp as a butter knife

in a doll's house.


Then it hits:

my God I've lost my edge


not even a match

for Miss Brodie's chrysanths


each articulation

a barrage of bum notes


dull as a bell buried

halfway up Everest.


Today you might as well know

I'll have nothing to say.



Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist from Wirral. His poetry is published in Prole, Atrium, Strix, Ink, Sweat & Tears, London Grip and elsewhere. Awarded second prize in the 2019 Yaffle Prize, commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition, his debut pamphlet Quotidian is published by Yaffle Press.

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