Flaunt it

A washing line with shorts and long braids.
Washing my hair. So there.

I love my hair
because it’s there
not much
as such
but I’m not bare
up there

like you
and I won’t share.
It isn’t fair
and I don’t care
it’s mine
so there!


Photo and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

I saw this remarkable clothes-line last week, and today, out popped a spiteful, Dr Seussy sort of poem.

Heart of world

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heart of light
blue light
white fur a shimmer and shelter

dark and dazzle
erupt and jostle
so strong, so long, so longing

benign your spirit
stays and stays
beyond all fair and reason

in a thousand years we’ll get it
serve you, save you
if we can


Do you have better words for this desperate feeling?

When I saw these clouds, they instantly summoned lines from Gerard Manly Hopkins’ poem “God’s Grandeur”— I know my words will never come within cooee of his:

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

 

Listening

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I can’t think
with that man talking
and talking and talking
about ethics
and how your clients love you
when you listen.

I can’t think
with that other man
listening and listening
and smiling and nodding
and sometimes
saying Yes.


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-3.0

I wonder what you think about when you read this poem…