Sunday, January 15, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 181 - Greenpatch


anxiety comes in    short soft judders   the waves
in Jervis Bay   rolling an unconscious body

into shore  just behind the beachfront sat
 dark brow tea stain   pool-leaking    on tide 

a stream of copper   

foaming ti tree  water  softening
the skin  taking back the sorrow  freeing up the spaces

for fertility again  the time waits 
 inside my chest somehow somewhere

there in some month yet selected to go back
 in time my magic portal body on the highway

space displaced   

 float below the fifteenth generation
 of the last birds that I saw there     

 as  young woman
 bride   as one who fled

water-planning  rolling time  unsettles
does my head to pieces  tells me  

reads me
unsaid pain


  1. So much mastery here, Kerri. Wonderful. Thank you.

  2. nice mysteries for us to connect here
    there's suspense when you need to make yr own plot


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