All entries for July 2010
July 10, 2010
I wrote this after reading Ezra Pound. I'm wondering how much of this imitation is my voice and how much is effective imitation.
Me and Mine
Flames wrap the skylark assent,
a vertical path to romance.
Its love-punctuation pierces the air,
a squash-ball mating call:
trill-twill, peep, crrrllllll;
declaring a square of wheat its own.
July 07, 2010
I’m being as creative as I was
during my school technology lessons,
where projects took six months and
always ended with a key-ring
that looked like a bin lid.
Perhaps one day I´ll become well known
for my bin-lid key-ring work.
(I’ve taken to italicising metaphor as it adds an extra dimension to my poems.)
July 05, 2010
This is supposed to be inspired by Amy Clampitt. Check out her poem 'A Hedge of Rubber Trees'.
Evening Swimming – draft 2
Hatchbacks park on soft needles and husks of cones; we walk into
a desiccated amber evening heavy with sap and pine.
A woodpecker flashes red and green, and edges
along scales of balk into safe shade;
windows of gold fall into our path, through insect chandeliers
parted by waving hands. We search for
a still mirror holding the brown and green
of surrounding peaks; jaws of fells that open at pebbled shores.
We peel ourselves into insulating skins and duck into jade
wilderness; an ice hand runs intimately
along our spines and pushes our lungs empty.
Scissored bodies cut through the light that penetrates
the surface; arms arc through air and reach into distance
to pull water like rope; faces sneer sideways to sip
oxygen and turn downwards, expelling bubble streams.
Shoulders swell with fatigue and teeth grit against distance;
currents blow shades of cold across us and taste sweet with earth.
We stop as our thighs brush stones and try to reacquaint
ourselves with gravity. The pause is our prize:
the fells are an hour older, and crowned with summer.
We pull off our suits and skin-warm water
slips through our limbs. Clouds gather around
the dimming warmth, one clasps a rainbow in its centre:
Heaven’s kiss on our drained bodies.