Sunday, September 2, 2018

The Meeting of Ms Fishcutter and Mr Bee-eater


The smoke of a sombre witch asked
the smoke in an earthly wish,
“Are you my home?”

Her smoldering protected a bee in entangled berries of
nutritional wild grasses. Unconsumed by a heron
whistling to a juicy beetle nestling and with no
sexual arousal of course,
“Why do you need an earthly wish?”

That answer is like prying clams open on a savage shoreline.
(the apple snails hide among the heroic water hyacinths’,
they know better)

Or,
The answer is like the shiny orbs of a spider behind a web.
Just before a cocktail is splashed in its face.

The sound full love making prayers are absorbed in each
others ever-bite-able throats. Did you hear it?
Let the smoke of the sombre witch
shock you
amaze you
sing her name over you and
clash with you.

Or,
swim away,
right below the bees skimming the water of
knotted willows.

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