Archive for October 20th, 2007

Oct 20 2007

Apiarist

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we go out and dance,
pull leaves by the fistful,
weave them into crowns
that hold the hair over
our eyes
his sweet fingers,
a song of bonesssssticky
and dripping with honey
watery eyes and
cheeks, flowery
a sudden light from the street
flooding across the floor
like spit milk
where he sleeps, still
as crumpled as paper
after a hard day’s
flower thieving

Rebecca Isgrove

(c) Rebecca Isgrove 2007

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Oct 20 2007

A rainy afternoon

A stationary point-unmoving
Upon the stillness sits my throne
From which I behold the crowds
Come and go-in haste-ever changing
Like thoughts-devoured by stormy clouds

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Oct 20 2007

a building site

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A building Site

On weed cleared bed of earth light bulbs
grew… fifteen watts green blue and
shocking pink, one of the worker’s had
a male lover.

In a corner a hundred watt’s shone without
mercy, blinding butterflies, but gave stage
light to a pair of muddy shoes thrown
away by an artless person who didn’t see
that Günter Grass had made them.

A tramp took pity took the boots, a boy
threw a stone knocked out the offensively
hundred watt bulb, lesser bulbs sighed cast
a mellow glow and enjoyed themselves.

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Oct 20 2007

senryu

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Senryu

Poverty is a myth
Look at the poor they are fat
Live on sweet and crisp

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Oct 20 2007

ocean blue

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Blue
Ocean

 

When I awoke it was Sunday morning and the seashore

had disappeared, lie in the grass by a stream that has its

nascent where winter shawls cover the blue mountain.

 

A white owl, ogled me as tiny snakes slithered across my

belly, dived into the streams coolness, which hurt since it

was only two feet deep.

 

Bleeding from a head wound, but having got rid of

the serpents, I hung my clothes to dry on an oak’s

inviting branch.

 

Sat on a boulder as morning sun warmed my nudeness,

when the maid who milks morning dew walked by,

she paused and asked: ” Are you a satyr?’

 

 “No dear, I’m a sailor rejected by the sea”. She gave me

roses’ dew to drink, intoxicated I embraced her ephemeral

body and was free of the ocean’s pull.

 

 

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