Here are some poems I wrote years ago that might benefit from a little airing. (Besides, old poems seem oddly fitting to mark the blog’s new look. What do you think?)
From the Ferry, Looking Out
What bonds must hold
these atoms’ hands that I stand
so collected, like stamps or butterflies?
I can see my yesterdays
scattered across this river, and I wonder whether
you could piece me together in different ways
by asking the water how she would build me.
Twilight segues into streetlights. I am looking
to complete my collection,
and I keep coming back to Brisbane.
The gods made the sky a playground
and caused a drought on earth
One ill-thought bit of sky-mischief
—Loki coasting down the steepest rainbow—
and the earth’s palette is ruined;
we’re smudged out even
as his laughter hits the earth.
Red running into orange was no big change, really,
but the hangover effect of orange
heaving itself into green was difficult to watch.
Trees blanched a muffled chartreuse,
leaves crackled as they curled like fists and
faded to a sickly brown, trunks bent
over like cripples, groaning for water,
but water’s running dirty now too,
dribbling off the end of the rainbow
before thickening into mud and
Walking the Black Dog
He’s a big bastard, and really
he walks you, tugging you up hills,
through stagnant puddles and into
other people’s yards.
When the Black Dog stops
to piss on your neighbour’s letterbox,
you stretch the lead
as far as it’ll go
and stand back,
so he doesn’t piss on you.
(And then there’s the knowledge
that you’ve got to walk him
all the way back home.)
7 thoughts on “Revisiting old verses”
I like the poems. I especially loved your line “leaves crackled as they curled like fists and/ faded to a sickly brown.”
How long have you been writing?
Thank you for the feedback! :) How long have I been writing? Since I could figure out how to pick up a pen. But for practical purposes, I started writing with publishing in mind about a decade ago.
Like the new look Zen, and particularly loved re-reading ‘From the Ferry…’
I am pleased to hereby echo Mr Nunn.
Thanks, you two!
it’s all about seeing your yesterdays