Bliss

cliff

One night I shall despise him but this night
he is the great white tame hawk
perched beating at my teeth.

He is the scimitar I carry trembling
down the cliff of my sleep.

One day I shall be ashamed.
I shall speak.

*

Rachel McAlpine

(Title is same as the title of a short story by Katherine Mansfield that inspired this poem.)

Je ne parle pas français

 

sky-from-bed

In the light you were kiss coloured
and you smelled of dog daisies
bitter sweet.
Puppies of cloud tumbled
into the carriage.

In the dusk you were softened
to tabby, your edges fluffy.
You mixed me into the air.
Through the bright window
the sky purred.

In the dark your edges
sharpened, hard bird
with lightning beak:
the moon cut you out of the black.

*

Rachel McAlpine

(Title is same as the short story by Katherine Mansfield that inspired this poem.)