Poetry

‘Fire relies on the leaves of gum trees’ and other poems by Dominique Hecq

Poethead

Hushed

 
Light pours down
the unrelenting sky
to earth ribbed and ridged
with the tough stroke
of Drysdale’s brush

I track down words
for hues and shades in books
envy the skill of artist-explorers
who forged new ways of seeing

The cries of crows fall

Through blues onto rusty ochres
pulsing with raven dust

This place stills my tongue


Pulse

 
1
 
Somewhere in this night lives
a light
that turns in the open
throat of time.

 2
 
When the sky waits for rain
birds squat in silence
and longing is but
one great sweeping movement that makes the earth quake.

3
 
The clock stands still in the heat, and I
fear the mimicry of clichés—
like a comma usurping all
punctuation.
 

4
 
No, I don’t believe
in the silence
drying up
on your lips.

 
5
 
I dream the wish that…

View original post 987 more words

Advertisements
This entry was posted in: Poetry

by

A woman and a poet - not so easy in Ireland.