Tag: Cadralor poem
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18.03 Cadralor for the Oracle
A Cadralor for the Oracle I.There’s a crow on the roof ridge,struts across it as if it’s the world,bends its wings, scolds, clamours,swears an ocean of words from itsdark battalions of creamy clouds. II.Petulant weather. Raining as ifspitting upwards by the dead.Splashing against the window,a drummed blur of silver fingersthat change tunes in whispers. III.Listen—a…
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14.03 The Oracle’s Cadralor
The Oracle Shouts Spring I. Winter was a sharp howling war, Sunday’s spring was utter calm; a day of molten glory and sun, of nights crowding stars pressed troubled faces upon the sky. II.The sea roiled rough though wind laid calm; thick-flecked with light under the light of stars, a shuffle of sands in lapsing…
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25 August: A Cadralor Poem
Of Wind and Water I.How I am blown apart by this hollow windand its shadowy choir riding a wild storm. II.It darkens wind within this dome of nightand sets sails like wings across grey seas. III.Let free my continuous thirst, let me yieldto dimples of rain on water, said the beach. IV.How the reeds rattle…
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22 December: Winter Solstice Cadralor
A Solstice Light Winter solstice morning in Miami. 7:03am. The sun cuts the clouds. A sliver chases away darkness from where it hides. Below chairs. Under beds. Below bedsheets. This divine light brings me joy. Coffee on the balcony. 9:35am. White candle lit. I recite, all by memory. Eyes closed to noise. Morning traffic. There’s…
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2 July: A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem: Time and Tea I.Seems like just yesterdayI was wearing a woollen hat and long coat,I was hunched over a snow shovel,my grey hair, like tassels flying about,my surrender flags of whiteness. II.Summer is channelling air,warmth even in darkness,baby birds playing gramophones, sound waves,cleft mouths open and waitingfor their mothers, as soft as…
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21 May: SOCS – A Cadralor Poem
To Gordes, France: A Cadralor Poem I.Listen, and you’ll hear the chiselled skinof buildings. Tight as a drum. Pick upa stick, and beat out a long ago rhythm. II.Listen to moonlight, it’s silver to dream.Meadows of sky stirred by a stick. Thoseold things, those wild things on the move. III.Listen to the slow lines of…
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4 May: A Cadralor Poem
A Few Thoughts After Lunch 1.There’s a bird by his foot. It doesn’t fly.It’s not asleep, and it doesn’t move.It waits for him to turn the soil,so it can peck at what’s trapped beneath. 2.The air is still as grey. Grey is never noticed.Invisible. Unseen as the back of a page.I remember the Grey Man.…
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10 February: Words from the Oracle
A Cadralor poem based on The Oracle’s word list I. it happened on one thosenumberless roads. shadowsstretching long as an illnessreaching for cures. II. the sun was just setting.a crimson gash on the horizon,as if irate to give up its rightfulplace in the sky. III.Mama had said: clean undies,& keep yourself well-groomed,in case you’re in…
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