Posts Tagged ‘mist’

John Berryman

He made it all up
False malady – told with a poker face
Staying at home and watching TV
Counting the leather pelican winds
Making obstacles out of dust-motes
Letting his neurons short circuit

Grieving Henry was drunk
‘Wasted again’ Mr Bones
Spirit fades like a camera flash
Hope falls into the abyss
Life holds Henry in a fist
Squeezing out residual rebellion

Clench, clench, spit
Like orange juice
Or blood on sheets
At night when silence descends like mist
He remembers
How blessed are the dead

paperbark

Intricately gnarled paperbark tree
Curls on itself like a corkscrew
Reflected in mirror-flat waters
Of a lonely Billabong in the Pilbara
Rounded pebbles scattered about roots
Trunk burnt inside
Old as dreamtime
So grounded in its rich ripe roots,
Black-fella dryads lurking translucently
Circle water-lilies randomly on mirror-water
Purple flowers struggling above the crystal surface
Mist rises languidly, almost giving body to dryads
Reflections in reflections,
Distortion and fuzzification in hidden cold algae-coated depths
Above the surface a dragonfly jerks its crippled flight-path between bouts of hovering stasis
In the midst of an ominous mosquito hum
A Kookaburra laughs