November 07, 2014
(NB. a new arrangment of two poems)
i. la dangereuse
Few things are as beautiful as reindeer moss,
glittering and drenched with frost; or the rattle of chestnut
brown leaves against the fall blue. Or the full lit moon, casting
fleet, slip-away frostbows like evasive dreams; or my sister
hydroplaning in a midnight storm and wrecking her car.
ii. la noyée*
The last piano music I heard my sister play has just begun –
light through the greening heather of March, the distance between sprig and  rain
– snapped to a standstill in refrain: the rain falling, the sprig in a vase
and this in shadow to dissuade loss of colour, put out of the light
that final music: her hair untravelled by wind, curled up, kitten-thin.
Posted by delire at November 7, 2014 11:35 AM