Monthly Archives: September 2013

Shroud

"Moon Water" rehearsel by the Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Tiawan.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Today you wake and find me gone away,
slipped quietly into the morning mist;
just know it was because I could not stay.
 

Don’t send the dogs to find me, restless prey,
your need to apprehend, love please resist;
today you wake and find me gone away.
 

When all around you scattered disarray,
torn remnants of the girl that you once kissed;
just know it was because I could not stay.
 

‘Neath shallow pre-washed dawn in tepid grey,
wet-rinsed and wrung out by life’s cruel wrist;
today you wake and find me gone away.
 

Your soul hung out, pegged hard by hurt’s dismay,
damp cloth exposed for fierce wind to twist:
just know it was because I could not stay.
 

Though loneliness we try to keep at bay,
you cannot hold love’s fabric in your fist.
Today you wake and find me gone away;
just know it was because I could not stay.
 

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Alpha Betty

U
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Strange, to find oneself
in someone else’s poem,
but if you must write me
between the lines of your
unravelling thoughts
 

I should like to sit
in one of the consonants –
a soft-centred C;
my spine moulding
to the open swirl
 

or lingering
in the upturned curl
of a gentle L;
legs dangling like a child’s
on an over-stuffed sofa.
 

I should not like
to be propped against an I,
(either upper or lowercase) –
such a solitary letter,
so rigid and unforgiving
 

and to be penned within a U
would be unthinkable;
its tall, unscaleable walls
casting shadows,
rendering me
unbearably
small.
 
 

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Making It

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‘Well, you’re just going to have to make time’ ~ my Mother (and everyone else’s)
 
 

Ridiculous.
 

Time’s a tunnel, isn’t it?
With an escalator running through it;
the two most important events
firmly positioned at either end,
a set distance apart.
 

She was asking the impossible –
to make time
 

as if it could be crocheted;
dozens of multi-coloured minutes
neatly stitched together
 

or three perfect seconds
separated
and whisked
until bigger (and fluffier)
than the sum of its parts.
 

Perhaps she meant for me
to garner millennia
from the skies;
 

meteor showers
whose components
would barely last a moment
but collectively
would leave an imprint
on the retina.
 

She was asking the impossible –
to make time
 

but I took the stairs anyway
 

so that I could sit on the roof
under a soft blanket of stars
and consider her request
 

whilst lingering over my meringue.
 
 

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