Concession to Paradise
 
 

        My guts too bleed
        bleed too much
        this is a staunch poem
        a moon flashed
        a chilled lyric
        served over ice
        like Alice in envy
        green with greed
        her biscuit well bidden
        a star clashed
        on the beach
        lovers walk in a rain
        thigh to thigh
        each a hand
        clasps another's hip
        a sky lashed
        sand clags bare feet
        clings as to each
        their ownership
        a cloud crashed
        she'd gone to see
        desire over-reach
        a sun bashed
        in truth do you know
        staunch is the flow
        still guts do bleed
        do bleed too much
 
 

TERRY BOWDEN
 

     If ever a poet's work was well symbolised by the celtic knot the work of Terry Bowden is just that. the intricacy and overlay of sense and sound gives us a sense that there is a never ending depth of meaning here to untwine and reweave as we go. 
      Terry's discussion of Concession to Paradise is now to be found in 'resources'. If you too find yourself fascinated by the beautiful convolutions of Terry's work you'll find lots to learn by reading this.