The Black Book
last day of term
buses
still grumbling
hiding all day
behind this and that -
shadows
in the fog
trees rise
trees are buried
trees rise
trees are buried
fog v
the sun
always playing hide and seek
with the shadows
sun
playing hide and seek
with shadows v
a hole
in the mist
where the sun ought to be
in the mist
where the sun ought to be
a hole v
pretending
to be the moon
in the morning mist
only when I stop
waving at the blowfly
does it quieten
I feel guilty
shooing the fly
towards the web
walking in the dark
foot by foot
the dog knows the way
watch out stars
tonight
you will freeze
autumn day
everything
yellow at the edges
autumn day
everything yellow
at the edges v
autumn rain
the warm road
slick and dark
when the cicadas
breath in
the crickets breath out
cicadas
breath in, crickets
breath out v
cabbage moth
tumbling
on a summer zephyr
tumbling
on a summer zephyr
cabbage moth v
busier than me
bumble bee
staggers to work
so hot -
the magpies
argue in the shade
so hot
magpies argue
in the shade v
even in the rain
summers first mosquito
hums a tune
even in rain
summers first mosquito
hums a tune v
suddenly
finding somewhere to be
dandelion in the wind
the ball
buried in the grass
the dog won't say where
that Issa fellow
writing about flies and fleas
there was a poet!
without asking
moth playing with the bed light
making giant shadows
from sun up to sun down
cicadas give
a standing ovation
sun up
to sun down
cicada ovation v
from sunrise
to sunset
cicadas shout at me
sparrows tussle
in the long grass -
in the air
sparrows
tussle in the grass
in the air v
in the heatwave
the grasses
shush each other
heatwave
dry grasses
shush each other v
how curious
the fly can only find
a doorway once
finding
the door
a fly v
the morepork
plays marco polo
with the moon
morepork
plays marco polo
with the moon v
in the bush
the tui and I
share the same path
bush walk
tui and I
share the path v
apricot trees
with
apricot leaves
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
last day of term
buses
still grumbling
hiding all day
behind this and that -
shadows
in the fog
trees rise
trees are buried
trees rise
trees are buried
fog v
the sun
always playing hide and seek
with the shadows
sun
playing hide and seek
with shadows v
a hole
in the mist
where the sun ought to be
in the mist
where the sun ought to be
a hole v
pretending
to be the moon
in the morning mist
only when I stop
waving at the blowfly
does it quieten
I feel guilty
shooing the fly
towards the web
walking in the dark
foot by foot
the dog knows the way
watch out stars
tonight
you will freeze
autumn day
everything
yellow at the edges
autumn day
everything yellow
at the edges v
autumn rain
the warm road
slick and dark
when the cicadas
breath in
the crickets breath out
cicadas
breath in, crickets
breath out v
cabbage moth
tumbling
on a summer zephyr
tumbling
on a summer zephyr
cabbage moth v
busier than me
bumble bee
staggers to work
so hot -
the magpies
argue in the shade
so hot
magpies argue
in the shade v
even in the rain
summers first mosquito
hums a tune
even in rain
summers first mosquito
hums a tune v
suddenly
finding somewhere to be
dandelion in the wind
the ball
buried in the grass
the dog won't say where
that Issa fellow
writing about flies and fleas
there was a poet!
without asking
moth playing with the bed light
making giant shadows
from sun up to sun down
cicadas give
a standing ovation
sun up
to sun down
cicada ovation v
from sunrise
to sunset
cicadas shout at me
sparrows tussle
in the long grass -
in the air
sparrows
tussle in the grass
in the air v
in the heatwave
the grasses
shush each other
heatwave
dry grasses
shush each other v
how curious
the fly can only find
a doorway once
finding
the door
a fly v
the morepork
plays marco polo
with the moon
morepork
plays marco polo
with the moon v
in the bush
the tui and I
share the same path
bush walk
tui and I
share the path v
apricot trees
with
apricot leaves
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013