Spirit of the apple tree
Spirit of the apple tree Smile down on me Ethereal apple tree Old and gnarled Stands with ancient boughs Burdened down with fruit High up Tremulous arms Out splayed beseechingly Spirit of the apple tree Old and gnarled With your drapes of gossamer Webs of the spider Sails swaying in the breeze And your old bark […]
Prayer
Prayer If I walked backwards in my own footsteps I wonder how I would feel at finding me waiting in Nottingham’s market square for a black haired, leathered jacketed Ukrainian. My own blue hair exploding when we danced our way into each other, the stack of speakers drowning the day. Music spilled out through my […]
On silent ears
Our father buggered off years ago with a nurse mother gets drunk every night and starts to curse Oh Lord, what can we have for dinner tonight? Cutting down on carbs as my jeans are tight. On earth it’s not always as exciting as it could be. Someone’s got to win the Lottery so please […]
Should it come to this
Like yesterday’s poem I started with a poem in Russian by the young Ukrainian poet Ilya Kaminsky and fed itinto Google translate. I’ve never seen a real translation, but doubt it looks anything like mine. [line] Should it come to this In this city of bread ovens, this stateless place of four winds, cousin Zelda speaks […]
Prayer power
Prayer power Acolytes motion me forward. I climb the steps, reverently, to where the Sage sits, cross-legged, on top of the Grand Drum of sacred fluid. The extraordinarily long nose of the Sage points skyward, deep in contemplation. “Ah, my son.” A soft, sibilant voice, slightly breathless. I look up. The Sage’s eyes, deep pools […]
Day 2.
Prayer doesn’t have to be theistic. This one by Jen Hadfield involves a horse. http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=11436 Prayers.