A couple of poems

8 June 2019

I haven’t written much poetry recently, but here are a couple:

 

Walk home

 

In February’s childhood, splinters of rain

spent themselves on pillaging the afternoon;

 

and so shambling onstage as the opening band for dusk,

from within the green room shoreline of hidden edges,

came lavender billows of continental cumulonimbus.

 

Across a fresco of bleached blue, aircraft threw their

vapour trails of peach and apricot, tailing off into gibberish

Morse, unzipping the sky, opening the way for the traveller

whose passport is a day’s meaningful work.

 

 

Love letter

 

I wrote you a love letter in necklace form,

Someone else’s thoughts in lieu of words.

 

And you wrote back in the form of

 

a seed-head blanket, wind-rippled,

pulsing electrically in a world platinum with the bellies

of leaves that sussurate like clouds of anxious fish;

 

of ozone’s prophetic redolence;

 

of Boot’s Folly, a sentinel who sees rocks stacks

claw at Derwent Edge like grappling hooks

looking to expedite geological time;

 

of rhododendrons, an argument between purple and pink

that slashes like the strokes of a child’s paintbrush;

 

of a cottonwood fluff carpet, the desiccated husks of clouds

or the spent souls of wishes.

 

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