Friday 29 January 2016

JANUARY POETRY


TWO POEMS   
      Frances Boyle



     Shock

     I am liquid and slippery shiny
     mercury in my blood
     I can’t stay in one form
     for long.  Light refracts me
     bends me, spoon in drinking
     glass.  I shed that shape, shift
     on broken bedsprings,
     Charge and recharge from
     the circuit; clear the way
     for the next
     brilliant
                 shock.







Curiosity’s Gift

I.
Scarcity and all that service,
his able friend.
Your attraction made an inclination dewy
light damns bad heartcourse
each point intent and fixed,
strange bursts.
Forever lake on paper. 

Begged or coveted,
sorrow dallies.  Possess curiosity’s gift:
a broad three-bladed snake. 
Form images distorted
claws and paws, face
with feathers fitted. 
Trace a join, hard found. 
Hate, the absent thought,
mines the hill   Feast rover
slake silver woods to prayers,
made with her own hands. 

A mother inward demons
receive with awe.  The visit fresh,
look -- delight sighs, refuses no gain.

II.

Dark
at table every object
used to map a moment:
pointed
bent
fixed.

Canoe of Japanese snake claws,
paws of beast and bird
awful trace joined and polished.
She discovers a demand,
figure imaged in ivory
her own hands
pass forward
sorrow for days,
bring fearsome curiosity
again.






Frances Boyle | Ottawa |  2016

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