Sentinel Poetry (Online) #60 ISSN 1479-425X
THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...since December 2002
December 2007 - 5th anniversary issue l Poetry
The Shaman of John's Hill
Here where pithy blurs to a head
Where swivelling chairs steaming rise
the motor propelled looks
cast pernicious grey, even hate.
Here where the road meets sense datum.
Where womenís perfumes fire calumny
iterated in steel, in lead dirt painted.
By and by the ovum circles
by and by plain spoken.
I must have met you in a coffee dock or shop
Brushing coats in strategic lustre in the Viennese air.
The lights of December hung under doorways
Sickly coughs in tiny hands muffled and I went on
the death in lay bys scattered over hillsides
Here where rufous chimneys salvage the joy
The city slick in her wet turbine
by and by.
In Sienna's Piazza
A grappling roar
Thunder beneath the red clay
The coloured hand from birth catches the waveband
I'm lost in cloisters, graveyards and transepts
Primed like statues
I remember like a present
My last un-fore known thought
'Horse destroyed, bookmaker sought'
Blessing the braided horsehair incense and smoke
A grappling roar
Unrestrained enters the feet now
No special effects
Thatís what they'll look for
Losing, losing feeling.
Civilizations of us condensing
falling like flowing streams
to the shoreline to the deep pools
of our motion staked out in the ocean
they will arise unknown again
fabled since the flood we surface from
our dream the sleeper awoken
twisting the stars into daylight
by evening our shadows broken
the nightsky frees us to home
light relaying our fullness of time
the moon like a searchlight finds us
in sequence the clouds interfere
the bearer of our being
I shall rise with the sun
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