Julian Cason

@hool415

Just Poetry. Nominated for a Forward Prize, Best Of The Net (Twice) and Two Pushcart Awards, Black Bough (Silver Branch Poet) / Joint 1st New Simile Competition

Cardiff, Wales Joined December 2023

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Julian Cason @hool415 17h

Hullo #poetry #servicestations #motorway #freeway

I Shall Miss Visiting Our Son In His Uni City

It’s probably the journey most,
as regularly seeing him is banked and safe
but the drive…
outwards in day: usually grey-draped
but still through beckoning skies,
even the rain
is sea thrown on deck:
its own imponderable rhythms
turned to sense
by the organising beat of windscreen wipers;

in a small life,
these days count as adventure.

Yet night is the thing
skies always seem clear, mooned
and divested of weather;
wife by my side,
dog in the back,
as twilight burns away
to its deepest char of motorway black;
and any service-station stop
at ungodly hours,
when over-lit plastic pews
still carry the murmurings
of their curious
out of town evensong.

Julian Cason

Julian Cason @hool415 1d

Hullo #whimsy #poetry #spiders #news

Nothing To Digest

I read that house spiders
can go months and months
stationary
and without eating,
so, a caught fly
must be like a first thought
kick-starting again
their thinking;
the thrashing legs,
suddenly hurled lightning
from what was previously
the most benign
and entirely weatherless skies.
Each day must seem
a repeat,
on a sticky and stringy loop,
of Friday 18th April 1930,
when BBC radio
famously reported:
Good evening…There is no news.

Julian Cason

Julian Cason @hool415 1d

Hullo #poetry #stars #parents #mortality
Apologies, I really will try to leave the stars alone now for a bit!

Julian Cason @hool415 2d

Hullo #whimsy #poetry #magic #smallpoemsunday Thank you @TomSnarsky for your own magic!

Non-Brass Rubbing
Our son's entire life since birthday three squeezed inside my iPhone, it's a magic lamp,
working like Harryhausen at his best and if hackers wanted to hurt, they could steal away each of these years, but goons could never reach,
(due to the antique means of preservation used) his now
alas,
slightly yellowing first two.
Julian Cason

Julian Cason @hool415 3d

Hullo #poetry #rollerskating #stars #shyness

Eight Unsteady Legs

One January Saturday
about 4:30 pm,
when firmly ensconced inside my house
as an awkward early-teen,
three badly roller-skating girls from my year appeared:
Kim, Natalie and Emma.
They clung to each other like wobbling fawns,
their laughter caught in the porch light
of my own only half-opened door.
I remember that Kim wanted to grasp the constellations,
already blaring loudly
just above the trees,
and from what she said,
Cassiopeia had pushed them all the way to me.
We went outside
to throw guide ropes at the stars,
I didn’t know whether to be serious or funny,
so ended up by being
entirely neither,
floundering within the many vacuums of space.

Girls calling for me
with such astonishing agency.

Julian Cason