Imago~ By Glen Wilson

"You – find me – in fragments."
Ezra Pound in a 1960 Paris Review interview 

This is my elbow, worn 
from the writing,
the back and forth,
proclaiming, ratifying
to be earned truth for you.

These are my fingers
that held the pens,
that swapped fluids
for the page, to dry
black and white,

again for you.

My mind, the genesis
of me, a hall of portraits
slashed or retouched
by how the world
receives them.

Here is my heart,
the pumping of everything
around everything,
the animal flow
that rivers on the altar-

-have you left your burnt offering?

See my eyes,
looking stage left
then right at you,
reflections upon reflections
on mirrors

too soft to break.


Author Bio:
Glen Wilson lives in Portadown, Co Armagh with his wife Rhonda and children Sian and Cain. 
He has been widely published having work in The Honest Ulsterman, Foliate Oak, Iota, Southword and The Incubator Journal amongst others. In 2014 he won the Poetry Space competition and was shortlisted for the Wasafiri New Writing Prize. He is currently working on his first collection of poetry. Twitter @glenhswilson