All the goodbyes By Christopher Hopkins

All the goodbyes

The snows came,
when the winds changed to the east.
River veins in the white by dawn.

Rise, the tracing paper sun,
above Chelsea bridge,
that altar to the lost.    

The bloodless grace,
bound on the black bed muds,
untroubled.

Bio: Christopher Hopkins, was born and raised in Neath South Wales, surrounded by machines and mountains, until he moved to Oxford in his early twenties. He currently resides in Canterbury and works for the NHS. Chris has had poems published in Rust & Moth Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice magazine, the online literary journal 1947, Transcendent Zero Press and Duane's PoeTree. Two of his early e-book pamphlets "Imagination is my Gun" and "Exit From a Moving Car" are available on Amazon.

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