I usually provide only one poem in a post, but for Michael Dransfield I’ve selected three. The first is titled, For Charles Blackman. I’ve selected this poem and I like it because for me, it’s the rambling, short, sharp punctuated points, the inspiration from hazed mind; it’s the box of words tossed in the air to come down random and fall into place to form a poem; it’s the flickering figure slowed to projector feed, the disconnected, but connected thoughts.
The second poem I’ve selected from Dransfield is titled, Hands. This is a poem I keep coming back to. It is an example of keen observation, interested observation, personal, intimate observation, observation of the figure, but also what lies behind the figure. I’ve selected the third poem to try and give a representation of the many poignant and sad poems Michael wrote describing the drug scene. The poem is titled, The bi kid. This is what captured and took a promising poet.