Octavia in the Flesh I am the blip on your one eyed radar —a catnip to this neurotic night fever.I am the dirty rubber swing in your rearview mirror – a bullet train;barrelling along at full steam ahead.To kiss the lips of a deathly sunin the maelstrom of morning’s song — La Vie en RoseContinue reading “Octavia in the Flesh”
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Auburn Brogue
Photo ©️Orion Foote Auburn Brogue (Four Chinese Quatrains)I broach the chill of deep night:my cape trimmed neat in black braid.In times of strife, this heart cries -yet sings of you as dreams fade.Our bairn was fair – her pale voice a thrush-like song from warm nest;smiled like the sun at first light;small face turned withContinue reading “Auburn Brogue”
Carlotta’s Song
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”
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 i To waste the hours without fair reasonIn cakes & ale to drown thy demons‘Tis blackest bile & darkest capeThat stains this light – steals my fate A book of hours – my soul’s delightWhen rancid winds doth blow with spiteIf I should wait until the morrowCelestial skies mine onlyContinue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”
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”
Radio Budapest
Radio Budapest(for Eva) Listen – an ancient tremoris shifting the landscape;teasing the waveswith her dark barcarolle.She’s gathering starsand sinking to baseline;the static of Radio Budapestcrackling inside her throat. In the voice of anothershe’s as still as a frog –wrinkled fingers entwinedover dark pleated skirt,head bowed & weightedaway from the light –her eyes cutting my wordsintoContinue reading “Radio Budapest”
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”
Coming Home at Dusk
Coming Home at Dusk How faint the echoesof a loaded boomboxbelting out its metallic grind.Every deadbeat voice in townwould have been proud;delirious over the soundof a prodigal son – coming homein combat boots sinking under a naked sky.Making a scene with the tide – shaking your fist at the rainopen throated like your father;howling blueContinue reading “Coming Home at Dusk”
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