Tag: magic

poetry

Vote No on Redtail Ridge

Posted on

Vote No on Redtail Ridge

money is energy
two people tell me this week
it feels like magic

there’s dark magic and white magic
people told me in Ireland
this feels like dark energy

can I launder it?
push it toward the light?
toward working for good?

Redtail Ridge: hard to know
which side to vote for –
a no vote says yes to what?

but when you follow the money
it’s clear to see:
no is yes to more restraint

yes is no to rethinking what we want next
now that the world has changed:
no is the road to a new map –

let’s draw it

poetry

snowsmoke

Posted on

snowsmoke

in the white woods
veils of snowsmoke
descend like drapes
unfurling from conifer crowns
cascading with a flourish and fizz
that sets the whole atmosphere asparkle
heightens the drama
anywhere you look
a cloud of crystals
may breathe down your neck
the very next moment

magical shimmer
and cold uncomfortable reality –
that’s how it is these days –
you gotta find a way
to make room for both

poetry

Lauca

Posted on

Lauca

en verano
wiry fuzzy young llamas and vicuñas
kick their long camel-colored limbs
across the altiplano
like paper dolls with brass brad joints
their more sedate mothers stand by
all four feet gathered to a point
as if balancing on a ball
slanty-eyed supple viscachas huddle together
under peach-colored rocks out of the rain
then sprint straight up a slope
to their next natural lookout
everything goes green
and around each verdant life
there’s an even more brilliant
rough ring of moss
maybe made by fairies dancing
or, then again, maybe just a peculiar habit of its growth
which studs the hills and plains with living magic –
food for all the fuzzies

poetry

Piopiotahi Wind

Posted on

Piopiotahi Wind

waterfalls ascend into sky
white veils flow straight up
in this wind so strong
trees fall and water rises
another true miracle
I only believed on sight

poetry

at Green Cape Light

Posted on

at Green Cape Light

I go looking for a light in the darkness
even on days the sun shines full blast

look up – magic everywhere
today: a wombat scratching his back with a lighthouse
my happy healthy mum watching an echidna
my family ringed by waves
thrusting our heads into the center
of a crystal lens
learning how to turn
a flicker of flame
into a broad-beamed beacon
to keep drifting souls
(especially ours)
away from the rocks
anywhere in the world

poetry

Orionids: Lake Poso

Posted on

Orionids: Lake Poso

on the dock
in the dark
I stretch out long
let the robe of stars
fall over me in folds

without seeking
I find him
the Hunter
a midnight visitor
from the familiar north

here out over the black lake
he’s different
not just a belt and shoulders
his features finally fully come into view
and for the first time
his bow is plain
clutched in his left hand
aimed over the water

before I can settle in
he fires a long streak across the sky
bright enough a trail of light lingers

I wait what feels like a long time
but the sky stays still

thankful for being at the right place
at the right time
for that one volley
I stand to leave
get my bearings on the railingless dock
then search the sky one last time
but fail to find his form

wondering was it dreamwork
a trick of the watery air
I turn back to shore
and he greets me again

of course:
prone, I realize,
I craned my neck
and found him there behind me

everything’s just as it should be –
pure magic