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Dorian Bayley
lamp left behind at the old batch, Poetry
I call my lamp
a tulip
because its glass
remembers petals
it keeps its light
in the crick of its top
where it teaches a metal bird
about fire
my lamp is the colour
of Picton harbour
and blooms
toward the base
it once belonged
to an old couple
who decorated with
the ships they left in
Bio: Dorian Mackle Bayley is from Aotearoa New Zealand, and writes between studying his BA in English and Anthropology. His work recently appeared in A Curious Moon, and was previously published by the NZ Poetry Society, Young Poets Network, and others, under the deadname “Pieta”.
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