Poetry | Sketch Ketch by Fergus Byron-Low

I’m not the horse, I’m the charioteer
But I’ve got no reins so I don’t know how to steer
The oyster shell on my desk ain’t got no pearl
Throw it back in the ocean, we’ll give it another whirl
Japanese brush on my page
Characters all filled up with sage
The orange of the desk lamp hums,
With the dumb moth like bum with his face all glum
Ch ch charcoal traintracks, who bring towns towns folk to the city and city muck to the meadows
Roll that 8 ball lets see which way it points
Parker on the scene
Get in and see what’s in Charlie’s dream
Sketch, ketch tomato on paper
Bye for now, see you later

Artwork courtesy of Fergus Byron-Low

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