Edited by David Smith, Thursday, 19 May 2011, 21:13
Life and study been getting in the way of blogging lately, but hearing I'd made the K&S Poetry Society's 'Folio' again this year got me thinking I should finally get round to adding the poetry page to my website... So I have!
Here's me pome, and if anyone's interested they can find the website as a link from my blog/profile.
Oh, the book that the quote that the pome is based on is well worth a read. Not quite as good as the jacket notes would have you believe, but not bad...
I once saw a healthy eagle with a five-foot wingspan dive for fish and never resurface… [Jim Lynch ‘The Highest Tide’]
TRANSFORMATION
Flashing through clouds
Burnt against the sun; a mote in the eye
Like the memory of a shadow seen in an open doorway.
Black and grey feathers fluting in the wind, and then:
A slow motion explosion of beaded sea
A white spout rising at the centre
Salty jewels glinting against a backdrop of needle-fine starbursts
It's been a while...
Life and study been getting in the way of blogging lately, but hearing I'd made the K&S Poetry Society's 'Folio' again this year got me thinking I should finally get round to adding the poetry page to my website... So I have!
Here's me pome, and if anyone's interested they can find the website as a link from my blog/profile.
Oh, the book that the quote that the pome is based on is well worth a read. Not quite as good as the jacket notes would have you believe, but not bad...
I once saw a healthy eagle with a five-foot wingspan dive for fish and never resurface… [Jim Lynch ‘The Highest Tide’]
TRANSFORMATION
Flashing through clouds
Burnt against the sun; a mote in the eye
Like the memory of a shadow seen in an open doorway.
Black and grey feathers fluting in the wind, and then:
A slow motion explosion of beaded sea
A white spout rising at the centre
Salty jewels glinting against a backdrop of needle-fine starbursts
And wave after wave of bubbling circles
Pulsing from the shattered core.
And, beneath the waves;
Feather melting to scale, gullet to gill
Wing becoming fin and tail fluke
One flick, and you are one with the depths
One thrust and you are home.