SENTINEL POETRY #24 November 2004
DYLAN BRENNAN.FEATHERSIn Mexico CityBehind a pane of glassSits a feather headdressOf unnatural beauty.Green and red plumageA peacock fanning out across centuries, Spanning time.A gift from the AztecsTo the Spaniards.This is history, weighed down by its own significance;The precise moment - the collision Of two civilizations.But this headdress is a replica -The real one isSomewhere In Austria.PALENQUEIn the sweat-throesOf a devilish feverI awoke suddenly.Glistening like a fishSlung in a hammock I lay directly beneath The massive wet sun.The sap-green forestWas dense and fertileIt must have rained.(Enormous grey pyramidsHad sprung up overnight).Tiny Maya girls threwSticks up into the treesUsing baskets to catch The fruit that fell vertically.Their mango breathDyed yellow The morning air.OCTOBERRaining in DublinSocks squelchingLike unendingCotton wetlandsBeneath my feet.<<< >>>
DYLAN BRENNANB. 1980, has lived and worked in Ireland, Italy, Spain and Mexico. He is a new poet who will have work published in 'Simply Haiku' (Dec. 2004) He was assistant editor of Poetry Ireland Review no. 79.