Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Monday, 30 July 2012
The trees
The trees in sidide are moving out into the forest, the forest that was empty all these days where no bird could sit no insect hide no sum bury its feet in shadow the forest that was empty all these nights will be full of trees by morning.
All night the roots work to disengage themselves from the cracks in the veranda floor. The leaves strain toward the glass small twigs stiff with exertion long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof like newly discharged patients half-dazed, moving to the clinic doors.
I sit inside, doors open to the veranda writing long letters in which i scarcely mention the departure of the forest from the house. The night is fresh, the whole moon shines in a sky still open the smell of leaves and lichen still reaches like a voice into the rooms.
All night the roots work to disengage themselves from the cracks in the veranda floor. The leaves strain toward the glass small twigs stiff with exertion long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof like newly discharged patients half-dazed, moving to the clinic doors.
I sit inside, doors open to the veranda writing long letters in which i scarcely mention the departure of the forest from the house. The night is fresh, the whole moon shines in a sky still open the smell of leaves and lichen still reaches like a voice into the rooms.
A Tiger in the zoo
He stalks in his vivid stripes the few steps of his cage, on pads of velvet quiet in his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in shadow, sliding thorough long gress near the water hole where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses at the jungle's edge, baring his white fangs his claws, terrorising the village!
But he's locked in a concrete cell, his strength behind bars, stalking the length of his cage, ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night, the patrolling cars, and stares with his brilliant eyes at the brilliant stars.
He should be lurking in shadow, sliding thorough long gress near the water hole where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses at the jungle's edge, baring his white fangs his claws, terrorising the village!
But he's locked in a concrete cell, his strength behind bars, stalking the length of his cage, ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night, the patrolling cars, and stares with his brilliant eyes at the brilliant stars.
fire and ice
Some say the world will end in fire some say in ice.From that i've tasted of desire i hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,i think i know enough of hate to say thaa for destruction ice is also great and would would suffice.
But if it had to perish twice,i think i know enough of hate to say thaa for destruction ice is also great and would would suffice.
Sunday, 29 July 2012
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