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”
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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
Byline from Blacks Point
Byline from Blacks Point Rewind to a church on the rise:we’re making rough cutslike Burroughs & Matisse,getting down to businessoutside on the lawn, where fishingangels catch us unawares.Inside, antiquated minutes baskcover to cover – wheeled outfor a good once over –itching for a footnotein this time weathered collage;our own past turned inanimate,as though in glassContinue reading “Byline from Blacks Point”
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”
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”
Field Song
Field Song In ravages of daylight,he tracks the orb’s declinetowards the arc of the Birch. Sun baked hours concedeto shadows–blisters crackwith open parched throat; a brittle earth churningbeneath his cortège–in stepwith hooves & gyrating ironwood. ©️ Orion Foote
Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds
Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds Each day a dog-eared copyof its predecessor–a pixelated imagesaved too often; in other words,a shroud over weathered cobbles. ©️Orion Foote 2023
Dancing in Absentia
Dancing in Absentia Why isn’t it enough to speak the sordid truth, while a jealous moon steals our thunder – assumes the limelight in a twinkling mid-winter sky. Why isn’t it enough to dance a rabid Tango – cut a dash around words etched in snow, that rise like a chorus from a well ofContinue reading “Dancing in Absentia”
Unsent
Unsent At the grimace of dawn,you watch the dayrecede from the minds eye;keep watch for first signsof spring – made good on its word. Each small living thingis seen through infant eyes,and a blue interim has liftedthe frost – shaken black seedsfrom their frigid cradles. At days end you dinewithout hunger – without the weightofContinue reading “Unsent”
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