Sunday 27 July 2014
red comet
you gaze
long lidded and aquiline
a blush of gold
shimmers o'er you
my heart beats faster
your gaze holds mine
through eons of time
lost kingdoms and dust
lie between us
frankincense fills the air
long trapped in pillars of stone
sand filtered
piles up around us
the sun and moon aline
as the red comet flies overhead.
KD
27/7/14
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Sunday 20 July 2014
fallen oranges
brown paper bags
stacked
leaning tower style
ready
for
berries
straw, blue and logan
out front
bursting punnets stain
ripe scent rising
to entice.
storeroom racks
fusty and mildewed
fusty and mildewed
hold last years onions
and finger sprouting potatoes
ready to go on special
the mice depart for dark corners
darting eyes watching
for fallen spoils
the saturday girl
in the red checked apron
in the red checked apron
polishes and re-arranges
dreaming of tonight's dance
juggling the possibilities
of this over that
when the shop door slams
the oranges scatter and bounce
to the four corners.
Labels:
american shops,
dreams,
fruit,
poems. tess kincaid,
the mag
Tuesday 15 July 2014
rush
run with me
up tattered tapestry steps
your hand in mine
barefoot
barelegged
footprints edge the dust
sighs and creaks
of wood and limbs
pressured
breathless counting
jump two at a time
in our rush
16/7/14
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