three fish - by
Box work
fishing
The Nightfishing - by
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Tide - by
On that sinuous passage from infancy
/ and youth’s buoyancy through middle
/ life to advanced years, the one certainty
/ is a…
A Memory of Death - by
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
Seivin Verses for GMB - by
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
The Legless Man - by
(The Dark Side)
/
/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
Dividing Line - by
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
Night Fishing - by
i.m. Les Powici
/
/ Britten’s Pond, a July dusk
/ mayflies hazing the flat, brown water
/ as the day’s last rooks flowed into the trees
/ and…
Fish-eye - by
Up in the dazzling dryness, mayflies dance,
/ tempting with tastiness all those who dare
/ leap through the world’s skin into empty air.
/ The…
Sea Poppy 2 - by
A concrete poem made from the names of boats.
The Bungle-man - by
the bungle-man
/ thinks
/ with crewless brains:
/ like the boat-bob
/ from Ngerechemai
/ who tagged
/ the where-is
/ of his fishtraps
/ with a cloud.
/ …