Blow your trumpet, Gabriel (reprise) by James Walton

James Walton, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel (reprise)

The wind here peels skin

hones out the truth

birds stall in the veracity of physics


knowing the full irony

of a mad obligation


that long leap of colonial decades


leaving the river turned out

stench of mud howling condoms

dried out take aways


look to the south west


where the clouds churn for hail

prepare to scrape calcium

make high cheek bones of panther


the unbroken gather there

an exhibition curated

by a jigsaw of lives


survivors of age and penury


and the small people

flecked at by society’s tail

smile at what they can


one day a gentler hand

may arrange the pieces

patch the dreamy enamels


float the bottle into each House

rub the sides in new earnest

whisper a downpour of votes


if you stand into the gale

all it takes is breath



James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official. He is published in many anthologies, journals, and newspapers. He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, the MPU International Prize, The William Wantling Prize, the James Tate Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Competition. His poetry collections include The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015, Walking Through Fences 2018,  Unstill Mosaics 2019, and the about to be release ‘Abandoned Soliloquies.’

James Walton, reading