fire flickering
on water’s surface
a bright sheen
to hide deep doubt
fathomless
© jsmorgane (March 2010)
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Category: nature poems
concerning nature and how we experience it
Soil
Dark as a shade of night,
Moist to squeeze the wetness out.
My fingers a sieve –
Splinters of wood, perchance a mighty tree.
Glinting pebbles, a mountain long ago.
Tiny bones, gossamer wings,
A frog, a firefly perhaps.
Ages of life running through my fingers.
© jsmorgane (Jan 10)
Clay
Scarlet, heavy, soggy
I dry it on my window sill.
Brick-coloured powder I fill into
A test glass, putting a stopper in.
Turn the tube tentatively:
Landslide on the inside,
Crags on the landscape’s surface,
Coastlines crashing into the sea.
Give it a shake:
A sandstorm in the desert,
Hot winds make the clouds
Blush, obscuring my tracks.
With water I shape it,
With fire I burn it,
A breeze just blows the dust away.
© jsmorgane (Jan 10)