It’s time to brighten the monitor again! This week the season changes, jelly blooms and the world is washed with egg… well, at least that’s the way Cindy, Ashley and I saw the lights of Friday night.
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Frog spawn hides in the swell of
summer time. The perfume of taipan
cools behind your ears. In this light
everything looks like it is washed
with egg. Rain floods out an alphabet
of worms. Your laughter scares butterflies.
The ribbon of my arms cannot reach. Truth
be told it should not. I fear this space:
the bloom and bite of your lips.
GN
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CK
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In this false Spring we are going
out in short sleeves our coats in the car
and stockings curled up in the sock drawer
we know the cold can still come back
with its primer paint colors and winter
shadows looking like headstones
especially the wings of a red tailed hawk
here early, picking off the younger birds
who do not know the difference
between episodes and seasons
and for a few degrees of warmth
risk flying.
AM
just love it all…both poems are breath-taking and the pic is awesome..wow
Thanks Claudia. This project is fast becoming one of the most exciting things I have ever been involved in.
lovely!
Awesome, Graham. Sorry, I’m just catching up after a couple of months in theatre land …