#263 - two poems - bending for weeds & ekphrastic for Luke Scibberas

                                              

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two poems

bending for weeds

planet less shared as we world it

 

 

one at a time

or a handful

either-or-ing

 

and let the least worst live yet

 

a kind of bow and sorry

as you now go

so we will

 

it is a great re-joining

the wire to earth

this one

 

take scythe swing to

or overhead the mattock

 

sometimes brought to my knees

a flower as others would

 

and see a tree

go all the way up

 

a splitter fall

scatter of stump

 

so grub

where roots are laid

 

soon off my back

give shirt to country

 

how I am always decided

always deciding here

 

all in sky’s reach

feet on the ground

 

from season and on towards

 

who are about to die

salute

 

on the rocks and overlooking

ekphrastic

Luke Scibberas’ ‘Kimberly Coast 3’

 

lines throw themselves and bodies

sky scratch and soak

 

a whisker leaf tickle of grasses

 

it’s dry now

but we’re blessed with

 

I hear voices finding

 

all reaching and let

left to paper

own device

 

imagine the steps through

seasons returned

named, forgotten

 

a sort of chalk sanctity

under the glass

nothing holds

we see, go on

 

I’m a little reflected myself

 

and no one calls the colours here

they’re closer

and they’re far