Burnt Norton

One of those old British mobikes
found by the cops in a ditch
in Talloula County,
12 miles from Eliot

Burnt beyond recognition,
license plate removed,
ID filed off

Shall probably remain
a mystery forever

– James Steerforth (© 2012)

A Burnt Norton variation.

How in the world did this one come about? Well, it all started out with me reading a variation Denise Levertov did on something by Rilke. This made me remember that I’d done a Burnt Norton variation in the past, to which I had no access where I was at the moment of these ruminations. That’s how another Burnt Norton was born.

You’re welcome to look for the small town of Eliot in Talloula County, but I have an inkling you won’t find it.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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