Shadows on foam

shadow_on_foam.jpg

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. 

Advertisements

Twilight

Issey Miyake bonnet up close

Bare trees silhouetted against a twilight blue sky

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

Issey Miyake bonnet up close

 

 

Your fingers — a haiku

Young man in black robe arranges ferns on the white-painted back of a young Butoh dancer
Young man in black robe arranges ferns on the white-painted back of a young Butoh dancer
Ikebana friend and Butoh friend preparing for a photo shoot in a Kyoto garden, 1992

your fingers
fronding my spine—
green waters


Haiku written in a workshop at Palmerston North on Valentine’s Day 2019. Poem and photo cc by 2.0 Rachel McAlpine: copy and share as you please, with attribution.