Sentinel Poetry (Online) #38 The International Journal of Poetry &
Graphics Monthly ISSN 1479-425X
Amanda Earl
Love Anarchy
you are straddling the edge of a broken poem
the earth cracked open is a geode
a loadstone
rub shoulders with the anonymous man
spread your tentacles out
to find the warmth of another hand
through these impenetrable walls
infinite hearts are beating
you must be blind to dig a tunnel
through the darkness of the cynic
to be an unreasonable miner
of the light in the dark
you must be deaf to the naysayers
cowering in their caves
you are an explorer,
searching for a new world order
an anarchist of love
Imposter
Today you imagine
your girth is on purpose.
You are a time traveller.
Your curved hips
a sign of wanton sexuality.
You don't fold your arms
and hunch your body
to hide sagging breasts.
The boy who calls you fatty
speaks a language
you pretend not to understand.
Moon Cakes
Pray to the moon tonight
if you are lonely
Once an emperor
lost his love
look for her in the harvest moon
this night
Li Po invited the moon
for a drink
and drowned in the river
We unite our solitary words
together
the new shiver
on our skin
tells us winter is near
warm yourself
with this cup
of jasmine tea
and eat a mooncake
for me.
The Voyeur
The sushi chef spoons wasabi
along the line of sticky rice
and kamoboko
slips his hands in water
presses down
sharp knife cuts through nori
he pinches ginger
between chopsticks
I witness these intimate acts
while sucking salty pods
of edamame
that is when he looks up
and sees me
I blush
as if I've been caught
watching him make love
I dip a piece of
into soy sauce
and knowing where his hands
have touched
bring it to my lips
Wave Theory
through the window,
of his farmhouse
perhaps he can see a circle
of water rippling from the centre
of an ice cold lake
his lips must be
moving against the phone
as he whispers
to me
i know the theory
of how sound
is broken into waves
transmitted over wires
but his voice breaks,
then propagates
through me
Geometry for Beginners
suppose that the angle
of spring light
is not tangent to the line of sun
crossing the highway
and that the distance
between two cities
creates a radius of shadow
and we are two
concentric circles
with a chord of vibration
singing between us