Friday, May 12, 2017

James Walton #55 Unrequited forester contrite with sunrise




still smouldering
with interred lightning
this tempered wilderness

life drawings of fire
dance in alphabet

hills make charcoal
smudge the outlines
saltpetre heathen tongues

peel back these veins
as gut for flamenco

in the valleys now
courts the dragon
eludes the celibate dawn

will your heart match
the wing flap

seek without shame
and make fertile
this ear drum’s beat

cast lots along the razorback
to such unending desire

this true name
can only be spoken
by counting years aloud

into any inferno
I will call them out

wanting to hear
all you have again
in a quickened reprise

4 comments:

  1. lightning interred is always a worry

    there's a lot you can do with that!

    and
    life drawings of fire
    dance in alphabet

    hills make charcoal

    but one has to wonder if the outback wouldn't be a better buy

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    1. I don't think he is all that contrite anyway!

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  2. Glorious, mate. What a fever is a fire.

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