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there is a
ringing of the bells
at the river of the dead
layers of lacquer capsulate
calyx and corolla of the campanula
and all is sandwiched between two slices of transparent glass
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The opening lines of new poem "Campanula." (Six lines instead of three or less.)
Walking along the riverbanks of Eliot's The Waste Land, Sappho's poetry fragment #95, Shakespeare's sonnet #12, and the New Jerusalem of the Revelation.
Dreaming of pressed flowers, pressed bodies, pressed time. Pressed and preserved.
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Copyright © 2016 by Troy's Work Table.
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Side view of Campanula, 2015
from the Botanicals series, 2013-2015, by Joey Kirkpatrick and Joey C. Mace.
Flower, composite, glass, and steel.
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