Friday, 21 September 2007

Tug of War; and Ants

Pulling on a tug of war rope

my straight arms; ache

on and forward, I see the victory line

and beyond; the ground to be won

getting closer and closer

bare heels are all I have

a pair of 6 inch stilettos

lay on a picnic blanket

and the ants are marching, marching


Friday, 14 September 2007

Give me the keys to Creation

hello poem….

this is the poem I wrote

when I was trying to write

a poem; if it’s a poem at all

it’s got strength in it

and love, lust and affection

it’s got lush green trees

and red soil, it’s got

highways and field paths

and birds and nests

it’s got rain puddles

sun shiny queens

and a verandah with a rocking chair

I feel thunder

The one I wrote yesteryear

had secrets of sleuths

and foreign hotels

it had strings and biting off tags

and sins, rages, jealousy

it had speeding cars

and swinging lights

bitten nails and fear

it had torn down fences

and a trickle down a chilled glass