Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
On that sinuous passage from infancy
/ and youth’s buoyancy through middle
/ life to advanced years, the one certainty
/ is a…
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
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 Dark Side)
/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
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
Up in the dazzling dryness, mayflies dance,
/ tempting with tastiness all those who dare
/ leap through the world’s skin into empty air.
A concrete poem made from the names of boats.
/ with crewless brains:
/ like the boat-bob
/ from Ngerechemai
/ who tagged
/ the where-is
/ of his fishtraps
/ with a cloud.