An ode (to emily)

Wollongong beach

Coming in from planting,
Mattock ringing through the valley,
Eyes bright, I only felt
you there — a fly’s buzz, a curtain

breathing still. When they come,
to empty my room they’ll find—
a curled leaf, the broken pane,
ashtray unemptied and wind.

No lined-up packets,
two-thread sown, seventeen-hundred
seventy-five verses
which when opened burned from then to

this now — with search engines and chat,
and thousands of matches,
— feeling for the pulse — the beat goes
ta dum, while some say no.

Your breath is still warm in my ear
— the fly’s buzz, the soldered eye
and eternity’s dark horses,
coming ever onward.


Image: Wollongong City Beach NSW. You know when something itches at you…this homage to the great Emily Dickinson – from January 2000 and posted also for Dverse open link night – where Grace is hosting.

15 thoughts on “An ode (to emily)

  1. A beautiful ode to Emily Peter, I think she would have liked it too. The atmosphere feels authentic, I especially love ‘I only felt
    you there — a fly’s buzz, a curtain

    breathing still. When they come,
    to empty my room they’ll find—
    a curled leaf, the broken pane,
    ashtray unemptied and wind.’

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  2. Ditto, Peter. Love the visuals and sounds, and for me it has a kind of universal atmospheric–something hot and dry and harsh in the spaces between the objects. Er, okay, I don’t know what I’m talking about, so I’m stopping now. 😸

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