Notes for a song

Category: Poetry

Re-issue 02

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Silk dancer

I don’t know how she does it,
suspended from two ropes –
she’s dropping down,
she’s pulling herself back up!
Her flapper-esque costume
shows off her strong legs
as they unwind
from the rope.
Her Rapunzel-length plait
hangs at a perfect 90° angle
from the rope.
She hides for a while,
shrouded in the silk
then shows her face again
as she holds herself,
swan-like,
from the rope.
It’s a dance I’ve seen one hundred times before,
but every time it captivates me –
Little Japanese Bailarina,
or Lady in the Moon.

Travel memory #2

I was 15 when I went to Medellín, Colombia. I was there for a poetry festival my father was performing at.
We were housed in a magnificent 19th century hotel in the city centre. The beds were hard, but there was a definite charm to the place. We were provided with 3 buffet meals a day. All the poets, translators, volunteers and indigenous representatives convened to eat and discuss the latest readings.
We spent some of our time at a finca outside of the city. Everything looked like a painting. There was a talking parrot, but he only spoke Spanish. Three sisters lived there, and we had arepas with queso blanco for breakfast every morning.
The festival was wild. Each event boasted a high quality PA. Some readings drew crowds of 2000. University students flocked to the plazas, cafes, bars and even the psychiatric hospital to hear the poets read. The poets were treated like rock stars. The muchachos and muchachas lined up around the block to have their commemorative collections signed. The poets were cheered on. Young children danced. Old women stood up and closed their eyes as they listened.
On the last night there was a party. Rage Against the Machine competed with salsa music for the revelers’ attention. The muchachos flapped like chickens. The muchachas taught the poets to dance.

Birthday song

(Written 2 days ago)

 

It’s my birthday and I’ll wear green suede if I want to

or gold lamé if I want to

Drink champagne if I want to

feed my brain if I want to

I’ll cut up my tee if I want to

hug a tree if I want to

watch D. Abbey if I want to

dance to B if I want to

stay out till 3 if I want to

It’s my brithday and I’ll dream if I want to

eat fresh cream if I want to

forget sunscreen if I want to

 

A limp

Today I am walking around with a limp

because I stood on some glass

on NYE

actually, I smashed the glass

Then I stood on some

I was drunk

Now I have an awesome gangster gait

and people keep offering me sympathy

and I’m pretty sure the cut’s not infected.

So, I win.

Random writing samples #1

She said / let’s go / I want to live / I want to know
/
Don’t buy a house – you probably won’t be able to afford the mortgage anyway.
/
…forced her inner extrovert out. She could even feel herself trying to flirt.
/
Hey girl, do you really like The Ramones?
/
…so illusive. It runs and it skips and it hops away from me.
/
Love is not conducive to rational decisions

Haiku #4

You are radiant
cicadas sound in the trees
your skin glows like gold

Haiku #2

You are a princess
frozen in time, ice crystals
hang from your red lips

After Pina

Pina engulfs you like
being with a lover
Pina caresses you so softly and sweetly
just when you think you can’t take any more beauty
more comes
The dancers perform feats of human strength and flexibility
set against heartbreakingly beautiful landscapes
and industrial backdrops.
The pan shots show off a chorus line
that seems to be never-ending
Then – a mid shot of a woman hunched
bearing a tree on her back;
another woman’s
bearing a man on her back.
And the gowns – oh the gowns!
I would do anything for
a strapless floral like that.
A perfect soundtrack
an unexpected location
moving memories of Pina –
Some dancers remain silent but
show their feelings on their faces.
Some of the dances made me laugh
others made me cry.

Haiku #1

Lady you’re lovely

crunchy leaves under your feet

you smell of apples