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Roy Moller - Two Poems

Reading Room

Here air conditioning drums as loud as turbines churning Atlantic; veterans sit and splutter up a rasping phlegm crescendo. An old boy scans the broadsheet, scrunches his eye and searches for clues, A stray piece of tape, Police - Do Not Cross - clings to his surgical shoe.

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The World At War

Time marched on, time launched a blitz, time has torched the paper list of people I used to speak to. Nothing’s quite as snug anymore as winter Sunday afternoons, together the three of us sitting, watching The World At War.

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Roy Moller lives in Dunbar and enjoys railways and Elvis Presley. His work has been published in journals such as The Lighthouse and anthologies such as Neu! Reekie! UntitledTwo.

Short poems defuse the welter of words pouring through my modem.

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Roy Moller - Two Poems

THE FOLK PROCESS Her accordion swells through hand-me-down smoke in a snug lamped amber like the orlop of a frigate. I love to witness her cradling the autoharp through the denouement of the worst murder ballad. He fixes a capo, his thumb pick ripples spokes of arpeggios, then three pegs slacken; he drops tuning and croons to the gravel scattered at the window by katabatic wind. * THE HOSTESS IN HOSPITAL No bowls on low tables, no hard wax pools; candles come after this - not now, not here. No fizz, no fridge, no tea lights kissing water No murmur of stereo, no murmured flirtation. No fairy lights dance around a foraged mirror, she slips from the party before her guests leave. * Roy is a poet and songwriter from Edinburgh living in Dunbar. His work has appeared in Dactyl, Hot Tub Astronaut, And More Poems and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut collection, Imports, was published by Appletree Writers' Press last December. www.roymoller.com He prizes brief poetry that cuts to the chase beyond the obscure, the off-the-cuff or whimsical.

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Roy Moller - Two Poems

Go Forth Spurred by a Lothian hireath, I leave the Hielanman’s Umbrella, no longer the host of Clyde Model Dockyard, now rank as a silo of binned school dinners. I'll empty my bottle of warm water at the foot of a bench in muggy brick park where trees are feathered with torn cadavers, the tatters of bin bag crows. * Body of Water The sea is a master of onomatopoeia and whispers conundrum, then humps up advances on the calm screed of remade sand, pulsates, crests with a cry of achievement. 
Local sea smashes universal; surf thrust in self-propelled columns, gearing up five hundred yards from yawning shore, where a filmed bird soars on Jurassic wings. * Roy Moller is an Edinburgh-born writer, singer and songwriter based in Dunbar,  His first collection, Imports, is published by Appletree Writers Press in December. I like short poems because to me economy in a world of exploding relentless information is something to be valued and celebrated.

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A 6 minute snapshot of Neu! Reekie #30 (29 Mar 2013) put together by Summerhall TV. With clips of singer/songwriter and Vaselines frontman Eugene Kelly, poet David Kinloch, official "busker" Roy Moller, and animator Claire Lamond.  A fine night was had by all.