Robert Verdon, #369, known unknown
here it comes,
up the
slope between the
hakea and eucalypt,
I imagine the
red eyes,
though it’s
no devil
exotic escaped petal
floats across, black butterfly
big as the city in
the corner
the lizard darts off
they’re yellow or
blue
you can know a
mountain like
a town
recognising rocks
and crevices
and termite mounds
here it comes
the familiar bend
the steepening side
the red eyes of
unidentified flowers
the fear of losing
your footing
tumbling into the
gully where the power cables live
here it comes
but once again,
it scuttles away
Wonderfully tense. Like a spring.
ReplyDeletethanks Rob, maybe the ending isn't the best?
ReplyDeleteLove the tumble of colour and detail - and the identififed and unidentified.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. Evokes my walks, too. But yes, the very last line scuttles away, Robbie:) Maybe just end with "here it comes/ but once again," in order to keep the tension alive? Dunno.
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