Scattered Leaves by Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth | Feb 18th, 2023 | poetry | No Comments


Those pheromone for stirring love,
the scent of reading drift to sink,
recycled letters, verbs for words,
all taken, tumbling down to earth
when they prescribed to raise our thoughts.
I have a dream, texts in a spin,
that letters may escape therein,
those glyphs find partners, hieroglyphs,
instead of shred, together paste,
and peace emerge from pieces strewn.
Between words, stuffed, and crushed, then pulped –
a fiction claimed – from dream awake.

Misled by cover story blurb,
we’ve witnessed flames from piled-high books,
we’ve heard or witnessed high school bans,
exclusions from permitted lists,
like wallow ships, low, swallow sea;
of classless girls and danger reads,
the knowledge vortex primed to feed
the underground where volumes speak,
but that’s no fiction, scattered leaves.

Poet Bio

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion.
His blog is at

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