Tag: Poetry
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25.02.22: A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya
A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya Held like a leash in his hand,grasped fingers at the expenseof pain and joints. Then a turn of a spoon,and golden broth from bone and stonestouches his lips like a warm kiss. The wonders of triumphfrom a thin clear broth. A bowl of soupon this…
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15.02.22 That Old Chestnut
That Old Chestnut It’s still gnarly-bare,no leaves yeton that old chestnut tree. It’s old.It’s arbitrary.Bang-bang out of order, like a belligerent judge,a rigid thought growing wherenothing near it is its equal. There’s nothing symmetrical about it.Hit by lightning years ago.Blew sprinters and branches aboutas if hit by God’s own fist. But that tree’s dying.Slowly.Bleedingfrom its…
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12.02.22: Maxim’s Pantoum
It’s the Soul of Maxim’s Palace It’s like a happy Chinese meal.A duck hullabaloothat’s noisy as jackdaws.Snappy as vinegar.A duck hullabalooon red tablecloths.Snappy as vinegar.Oranges. Gold. As twilighton red. Tableclothsthe colour of joy,oranges gold as twilight,or rain on a tile roof.The colour of joythat’s noisy as jackdaws,or rain on a tin roof.It’s like a happy…
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GoDogGo Café: Names of Light
I Still Know That House When I was a kid … and oh how I do shirk from that phrase. My mother used it whenever she set herself on a pedestal, but anyway when I was a kid I lived in a house at the end of a close, which is like a cul-de-sac, or…
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GoDogGo Cafe Haibun Wednesday
Her Eggs Mum had a Victorian demeanour, posture as if stitched into a corset. Very few emotions she’d let slip, except boredom tightening her face. I remember her studying the back porch steps. She’d painted them shiny parrot green, the July sun scorched her neck, and bubbled the paint like the crispy edges of a…
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30.1.22 for GoDogGoCafe
PATHS Taking new stepson these same old stairs,time-heavied footfall wearsthem to a buffed-up bare. Take hold the balustrade,it’s made from an oak branch,lightning hit it quite by chance.So steady on. Steady on, because we’re all just dust.Just a January wheeze,taking steps that were,shall be, and must. Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Challenge . Start with…
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29.1.22 Inherit Wings
INHERIT WINGS they woke entangled inpale light over pine and church.dew lingering on her lips,and scripture clingingon clergy tongues. The world is full of short sunrises and quick loving, but what will you do when dreams poke through like weeds … this fragile air,this paradise.cloudless as generosity.and they soared over their weeds,and inherited wings. Over…
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28.1.22 Owl on a Bare Branch
AN OWL ON A BARE BRANCH An owl standsand looks backward.Its face closed.Impenetrable.Distant. A freezing explanationhangs in its mouth. A mouse.Limp.Glossy black as the night. The owl turns its head away,wings lift,and it flies upand out of the night. Long-Eared Owl on Bare Tree Branch (c. 1905) by Ohara Koson. Image is in Public Domain ©Misky…
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27.1.22 The Waiting Room
THE WAITING ROOM She is myelderly neighbour.She sneezes.The roomgoes quiet, andthey stare at us. I burst out laughing. Not because they’re staring at us, but because I remember my father saying, “Look on the bright side. You can’t fail forever.” Image an extract of Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights c. 1510-1515 Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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26.1.22: A Wednesday Haibun
“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”– Sunlight, Jim Harrison I’m as old as my mother, when she was my age. She was long-lived, into her 90s. Her mother was long-lived, too. Her grandmother lived longer than them both. Mum’s mother was married to a dentist. Her grandmother…
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