Sometimes the beauty
of my home world
is too big to bear
Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0
Sometimes the beauty
of my home world
is too big to bear
Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0
Sometimes only a shadow
shows the loveliness
of the thing
Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0
I am writing a book.
It will take some time.
The book has a title: Flatlantis
and another: Tropical Ice.
The poems will grow like pack-ice.
They will flow like sweat.
They will be easy to read.
They will be hard to write.
When the book is published
I will be a grown-up.
How will that feel?
Curious.
here we are who we are
shadows on foam
littoral lateral between the sea
and feathery reality
skidding and sliding
here not here nor there
dots in a layer
of water on sand
maybe a simile
no, this is literal
us as the foam
in the shade on the sea
Rachel McAlpine
Who am I? Who are you? How do you know? Sometimes I lose myself in a strange space, and I enjoy those moments of anonymity. Do you? The poem (like many on this blog) is a first draft and will no doubt change and change again: in this case, so appropriately.
Poem and photo cc by 2.00 Rachel McAlpine as usual—i.e. feel free to share.
inside the gloaming
all shadows flatten
and all pleats are blue
in the pleating, all shadows
are deep and deliberate
and weaving is tender and true
on the twilight horizon
all trees are pointing to heaven
and textured for Earth and for you
how rich is our planet
how pleated, how woven
and in the gloaming, how blue