Three Poems, by Mark Goodwin

Place

whether it be bud
or just 

twig tip at

the cent
re of a 

spin

ning weather or

some ape’s
glance or 

rub of finger

tip against
now or 

if it is a

flung purse or
bag or pock 

et of 

land wet
with 

time

i
t 

i
s

 

poetry is 

not as ‘A’
stands 

in relation

to ‘B’ nor
as ‘tree’ 

stands
for (or 

in

for) some
root 

ed bran
ched wood 

en plan    t but

poetry is
an e 

vent felt

as a
shape a 

throat rotates

into a vor
tex of a 

word

‘ ear ’

 

stepped

over a stone
placed between 

Said’s interior lamplight &
Unsaid’s far out en 

mesh 

ments of d

ark

 

 

 

 

Mark Goodwin speaks & writes in various ways. He has a number of books & chapbooks with various English poetry houses, including Leafe Press, Longbarrow Press, & Shearsman Books. His latest chapbook – a compressed mountain travelogue called Erodes On Air – was recently published in North America by Middle Creek. His next full-length collection ­– At – is forthcoming from Shearsman.  Mark lives with his partner on a narrowboat just north of Leicester, in the English Midlands. He tweets poems from @kramawoodgin, and some of his sound-enhanced poetry is here: https://markgoodwin-poet-sound-artist.bandcamp.com