Published in ‘Girl Reading Lorca’ (2014)
Granada, Lorca writes,
draws to its ancient walls and waters
those of a temper
melancholic, contemplative.
At the Mirador San Nicolas
the coral white of the tower
unbearably focuses the day’s high heat
on the brown body of a woman
who sits reading Lorca. Continue reading “Girl Reading Lorca at the Mirador San Nicolas”
Published in ‘Physick’ (2016)
‘A strange group of animals’. Mice perhaps,
or kittens perched bizarre upon adult backs.
That does stretch a long catgut, O my fuddled scholars!
They are not mice. Not cats. Not remotely. Soft-eyed,
wet- and sharp-snouted, prehensile-tailed, marsupialine,
these are the possums – the ringtails – of my ovata bush. Continue reading “The Possums in the Book of Kells”
Published in ‘Silently on the Tide’ (2005)
In any village
Massacres in muddy fields.
Sorrow-ridden lands.
Tanks roll here, roll there.
Geopolitical tides.
Gentleness of boys. Continue reading “Caucasian Haiku”