Submitted by mudlarky on Mon, 06/05/2006 - 01:33
FROG HERALDS
the frogs are breathing out
their viridian song
hinged and screaking
Submitted by mudlarky on Mon, 06/05/2006 - 01:19
Iraq
attar of roses
ancient perfume of deserts
soft on the dry breeze
camel-trains following
the age-old geometries
carry sweet cargo
she-camel kneeling
tired calf suckling gratefully
hidden oasis
Submitted by mudlarky on Mon, 06/05/2006 - 01:14
Barcelona
the nights are cooling
Barcelona sleeps under
a sky-song of flight
Submitted by mudlarky on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 02:03
THE BEAR
Ted Hughes penned the bear omnipotent;
darkly mountain cached, lurking
bone-crunch fear, an endless descent
Submitted by mudlarky on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 01:56
ON THE LANGUAGE OF PABLO NERUDA
You write another language. You whisper hunger
and skin awakening to kisses. You blow on my heart.
You send me dreaming among doubtful colours
Submitted by mudlarky on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 01:31
GLASS WOMAN, OWL HOUSE
(on Helen Martins, Outsider artist, South Africa)
Nieu Bethesda. In this desert village
springwater channels square through rock
and white patterned lives, relegating black
to oblique dry seams and shadows;
Submitted by mudlarky on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 01:21
EELS
Yes you see us
sliding serpentine
in currents
see us
slither
glistening over rocks
Submitted by mudlarky on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 00:03
PASSING THROUGH
Not born there, won’t die there; a flatland railway town
for passing through, but it stores my childhood’s measure -
leaf-smoke scent of autumn, frost, paddock mushrooms, brown
Submitted by mudlarky on Wed, 03/22/2006 - 23:24
REFUGEE SEWING CIRCLE
in the company of isolation
we gather consider
themes you suggest
symbols
Submitted by mudlarky on Wed, 03/22/2006 - 23:11
MANGO
At the sink with mango
cupped. Knife slices through
the sun, fibres sever, part
and drip. The jungle in my palm,
sweet hot December scent,
sticky juices
trickling over naked skin.
Through the window clouds
brew black
the sky is bruised,
all blue fallen to
