Ten poems in ten weeks – This is week four – just click on the birdy *
poem
Orson Welles’ lament, Essaouira, Morocco
Ode on an apple fritter (Erg Chebbi Dunes near Merzouga 31.08°N, 4.013° W)
O twice cooked pastry (pale brown), how camest thou,
by ochre dunes and gravel plains, hurried o’er roads Continue reading
Time: Yasmine’s heart (33.873°N, 5.540°W)
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…is strong, so you must be strong to love her.
Many have tried but none lie as deep, as straight Continue reading
Time (Chellah, Morocco 34.006° N, 6.821° W)
The Romans built on the ruins of the Phoenicians, Continue reading
Big rain, Port Kembla (34.48°S, 150.90° E)
A moment (of happiness)
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Updated. I couldn’t manage to format the poem satisfactorily (which is the whole point), so here it is as a PDF. Just click on the birdy.
The currawong is a medium-sized bird, native to Australia. An example of their remarkable song is at Currawongs on youtube.
Hyperbole
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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse.
Rhythm rhyme and metre, the poem right up close.
Below’s the ending couplet, proceed along the row
One last word, two consonants divided by an o.
Run past the concluding upright, a prop
farewelled by some circle, a blot, a dot.
from which the mighty all
teeming complex
burgeoning illusory
in a finely divided instant
is smeared on an inflating
balloon blown by
a small god
hyperventilating.
Image – NASA / WMAP Science Team [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Hat
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The blender, the former, the calibrated shrinkage.
The proofing, the blocking, the brimming. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 