Carlotta’s Song Our naked voices will grow silent –swallowed whole by a periwinkle sky.Our hands without word of a lieon tangled flesh – a chorus in bloomover cool hilltop grass far strewn;far from scars beyond this island. Isn’t it queer – your humid vowelsbreathing down my neck like rain;like warm showers that come again.As ifContinue reading “Carlotta’s Song”
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Baxter at St Johns
Baxter at St John’s How you fill the armchair:neck & shoulders tilted backwith eyelids falling south;dreaming with every starbeyond our penitent dome. Once drunkard – now poet’s Christ:mouth turned from bitter sponge –how time trembles when voicesshatter the glass night –our words crackling over ice. ©️ Orion Foote
From a Valley Pew
From a Valley Pew Let the sky’s breathtell it’s ancient story –it will remain herelong after we have left;after a horn player’s lipshave turned the night blue –calling a different tuneas summer grass fades. Listen to the clatterof children – teethrattling like castanets –treading barefoot over stonesthrough icy water;my page gathering wordslike morning flowers –leavesContinue reading “From a Valley Pew”
Diary of an Upstart Crow
Diary of an Upstart Crow Would that I in time to come– With finest strokes of oaken apple Seasoned with pure mind & gum,Should set my quill by moon & sun Flee from courtly whim & daggerAnd shun these taverns of rowdy vice, Where moistened lips do twist & blatherIn darkened light & furtive swagger.Continue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”
The Dead Poet’s Case File
The Dead Poet’s Case File Ok, I admit it:I’m a sucker for anotherburned out poet’s epitaph,but I’m telling you – this isas close to confessionalas it gets around here. I’m warming to her –inclined to take her sidewhile she doublesas reality celeb by dayand muckraker by night –it’s a well devised ruseto throw us offContinue reading “The Dead Poet’s Case File”
A Child’s Winter Show
A Child’s Winter Show Your voice receded like the sun – it fellbehind shadowed hillswith winter’s deft touch. The hours came – left usas slow as slow could be,drifting over blue dodgems and fever pitched furore. I wanted to reach upwith frozen hands, pullthe sunglasses from your eyesand watch the rain crying over toffee apples.Continue reading “A Child’s Winter Show”
Three Prologues
Three Prologues i It’s contagious –swapping energy currenciesinside a faux Havana bar;the grotesque & profanepeering through windowsat Mama San – a lunch hourscrewball comedy – moolahfor spicy rhetoric with a decorthat reeks of name droppings;of circadian rhythms awakened. ii I wonder how he coped –a shrinking Napoleon on St Helena;sketching cherry laurels& japaneseContinue reading “Three Prologues”
Conjuring You in Daylight
Conjuring You in Daylight I lit up in remembrancewhen you called out.How foreignly familiarthe sound of one’s own namewhen spoken by another –it leapt through your mouthas a linguistic curve-ball. Once, you turned bedfellows with skateboards into Gods,wrapped in musky sheets –still damp with night’s balmand stale ginger wine. A sleazy mannequinstood vigil – loneContinue reading “Conjuring You in Daylight”
Soloman Islands Song
Soloman Islands Song(four Chinese Quatrains) He sleeps in humid daylightover scorched Pacific sand;distant flags ripple slowlyin Vella Lavella breeze A sentinel moon whispersdream long my son of silence;offspring of a lost wind manscribbles tears in candlelight sotto voce words linger,taut hours unravel in sheetsof slant drizzle – heightens tangof shaving foam and sherry Croons withContinue reading “Soloman Islands Song”
Third Act
Third Act At a dawdling tempowe became this scant thing;drifting further from dayswhen clocks went unnoticed,dreaming in colour – far flung like hopeful fishing nets. We tore up the stars,revelled in dark stringsmoaning under night’s cover;their sad arabesques falling in madcap waves– drowning us in song. And your face turning slow;like Muddy Waters in mourning. ©️Continue reading “Third Act”
Visions of Orion Poetry 