Again at St Juliot
Entreaty of underbrush
hauls down its prize,
thrashing yellow spasm
felt as voluntary
while the sun in fiercest gall
sucks out airy
curls from the last lockets –
audibly they crackle,
blazing as a whirlwind
fans images
then withdraws –
shakes rosaries of live heads
ratcheting through air, air
that is slim mire,
mire felt colossal
in evacuated cobalt shadows.
Here is ghosting of objects,
favouring an im-
material voice,
deportment more luminous
than furze bushes flakking
from a multitude
of twists an averse ghost
brushes through
more than ever speechful,
vehement in
thoroughgoing
face and body set at naught:
here is an eventual product
edging over
charred roots
cloud is a withdrawing from.
Her Traitor Heart
Disintegrates as yellow tips
light on the green
spike mounds, as the you
you once were, left
the confines and tore through
bracken, as the rampant
you threatened you, as you
nurtured a false heart,
another you
took the breast in possession –
usurper, so parched
gulped its fill of tribute –
it was lymph tribute spilling
on a low burning bush,
drawn by a diversionary
heart, set its snares
to make a furtive feeder
map, shadow body,
every nodule a would-be
would have you,
as an organ,
as a sunset organ,
what it choked, what it
pressed, blew apart,
piled flower mound
dissembling upon spikes.
In memory of Veronica Yu, physician