One for the road
Following my last post, I reread Hone Tuwhare’s Roads, then came across an old one of mine, Lunar Land.
I offer you this one for the road:
Water drip drips from the balcony,
pools onto flat roofs below,
forms puddles in the pockmarked roads,
turns fields of lava into loam.
Electric storm passes overhead,
fingers twitch to knead chunks of rock
into cactus-like forks for the fire god,
polished beads for the goddess of his hearth.
Red, green, yellow, white, black,
white, yellow, green, red;
necklaces, bracelets, anklets,
chains that bind me to this lunar land.
The poem was first published in The UK Poetry Library at www.poetrylibrary.co