Monthly Archives: November 2011

The secret life of a ginger beer plant

Liquid languor of converse flavours,
spooned and stirred nightly.
 

Pepper-sweet swirl of pungent water-waltz
spirals, lifts and dips.
 

Sink-settles, rests; sated,
content, concentrated.
 

Reawaken to commune
on sediment of aromatic ritual.
 
 

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Handle With Care

This supplesoft pink tingling sheath,
slith-ribboned by a blade of light,
that buttermelts with every bite,
 

lays bare its joy before your teeth.
Pink pelt belies a deft disguise
that hides the sculpted ore beneath;
 

take care when choosing to ignite
this supplesoft pink tingling sheath.
 
 

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A simple case of geometry

Columbus’s work in vain
as we circumvent the truth
and choose to fight in all four.

Romanticised scenes of Florence
and her lamp-lit ladies
turning starched cotton
in the rain-sodden Somme.

Apathy sprawls on modular furniture,
watching obscene flat-screens,
as they fold right-angled,
star-spangled flags;
God Save the Queen.

The same sad-fingered,
dog-eared telegrams,
seeking solace against
two adjacent edges
of a dusty drawer,
decade after decade.

The choice:
to remain in the dimly-lit
ninety degree spaces
we’ve backed ourselves into
or wade through the brackish gloom
and turn a kindled corner.

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Tumble


 
 

Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
unhealthy, mortgaged marriage; bricks and land,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Confined within bastilles we crash-careen
between two jobs, clock-watching, minute hand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

These spirit-levelled prisons, chains unseen,
will shackle minds until we understand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Monopoly portfolios: obscene,
support joints crack beneath the tax demand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

As bills pile up against the cash machine
and bailiffs rape for rupee, pound or rand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

As banks foreclose on homes, call in the lien,
foundations flounder, mortar turns to sand.
Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 
 

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Polyxena

I tried in vain to clothe your bones
with muscle, flesh and supple skin
to hold the brittle sticks within,
 

protect them from the hoary crones.
But marrow seeped across the sheets
and stained the mattress cold as stone.
 

I watched as tendons stretched, wore thin
and tried in vain to clothe your bones.
 
 

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Leaving


 

 

Evening rinses sienna walls
as ochre liqueur slips down the throat
of a cerulean sky.
 

Tuscan day peels away,
cool autumn air blushing
ripe opalescent domes.
 

Green marble memories
drift from the square,
laced with incense and incantations.
 

Quietly,
she tears a corner
from each creamy vellum page,
 

lingering over the tattered scraps,
before tucking them between the stones
of the worn umber streets.
 
 

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