March 28, 2008

Poem from direct observation

Another workshop draft based on direct observation.


Bullrushes lean around the ornamental pond,

above the green-brown water:

balding bear fingers

antlers half rubbed

on the sticks of the trees.

Thick, chocolate handfuls,

crispy and moulded-

Half finished candyfloss in

the burnt out backstage

of a rubbish strewn fair.

A duck moults also

rubbery chest emerging


from a soft pale casing

of dirty down.


Dry pea eyes squeezed

into nothing

in its green head,

beak wedged and sulky

in oily shoulderings.

A coot picks

its grasshopper thighs

through ripples,

over and under the

green-point reed shoots


and the crumple skeletons

of the white rush stems.

Another, shrugging

red tipped

between the fox stunk

firs and decorative bamboo,


shattered by recent rain.

In the weeds above the water

a sign states no fishing

for the fish that have not risen

to French kiss the surface

and give myths

more than moorhens

to the suburban glass.

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