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The old road curves through the forest and towards the mountain, past the cave where the magicians live. You’ll know it by the glittering boulders and the playing cards lodged in certain trees. Wristwatches tick in quiet, smoky hollows. There are rabbits too, of course, going down to the lake to drink, the water incredibly clear and incredibly blue. If I asked you to imagine a top hat full of stars, could you imagine it? Could you imagine a lion so gentle and patient it lies down right there on top of the grand piano when you ask it to and doesn’t say a word?
Tom Jenks’ [photo credit: Sonya Smith] most recent book is The Philosopher (Sublunary Editions). Chimneys, a collection of prose poems, is forthcoming on above/ground press. In addition to writing, he produces creative visualisation of classic books and other texts and edits the small press zimzalla, specialising in literary object. More at https://tomjenks.uk/
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