The mountains do not remember
asking the forests
to shelter birds
with silent tongues
and leaves of bark.
CB | Camelot River, Dusky Sounds, Western Fiordland
When dawn comes and the ruru return
we will cast our bodies
on your banks and
with spines to the ground
and eyes wide open, wonder
at the tenacity of moss,
the complex miracle of breathing.
CB | Camelot River, Broadshaw Sounds, Western Fiordland
This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is UK-based poet Kathleen Jones with Another Exile Paints a Spring Portrait of Katherine Mansfield by Riemke Ensing. Kathleen writes, "This poem takes me straight to Mansfield’s account of being in John Fergusson’s studio - her descriptions of the china, the way the light fell across the room, all the colours, but it is actually a dialogue with one of Frances Hodgkins’ still-life portraits. . . "
~ please click on the quill ~
