POEM Robert Harper

NWR Issue 111

The Judge

the tired falls from his eyesa drooping
a lacklustre lilly-pungent flopa stuck
dreamflighttarmac-idle8 hours shifting
sleepselfto unself& backselfbefore
the dropbefore heunknows day
before his wings shake off the gownweight
of eloquencegavel-greasedbefore calling
silentlyinto the blacksof his eyelids

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Robert Harper’s poetry has been published in a variety of journals including The Interpreter's House; Prole; Acumen; The Lonely Crowd, and Ink, Sweat & Tears, as well as in anthologies such as #2Poetry Anthology (Vanguard Editions); Fathers and What Must be Said; A New Manchester Alphabet and An Anthology to Seamus Heaney. He was Highly Commended in the Poetry Book Society Student Poetry Competition 2014, and is currently completing an MA in Creative Writing at Manchester Metropolitan University. Robert is the editor of Bare Fiction magazine.








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