Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Tuesday's Poem

A challenge came my way today by way of a couple of writer friends - Claire and Tim. They tell me Mary has started a poetry challenge for poets to post a poem (original or someone else's you're allowed to share) every Tuesday. Coupled with the other challenge I have decided to take up - that of NaPoWriMo - means it's going to be a little busy around here through April!


Blue Lake, St. Bathans

Blasted ground, exposed silt
piled, blanched, weathered bone.
Under our feet, mealy grit's
blood-and-bone.

The diggings give back
pale beauty, offer grass
and air. A bird sings.
We walk the paths,

soak in what time
it has taken. Say, "Hi,"
to two tourists, "Lovely
isn't it?" they say.

We have to agree.
It is that calm after the fact.
The silence of voices
that have died

away and gold-diggers
who have long gone.
You say you thought
the hotel cleaner greeted

the ghost. Turns out
it was a dog asleep
under the bench.
But the ghosts are there

all right, in the machinery
of pale facings, tangled
in lime light
under twisted water.

Kay McKenzie Cooke

5 comments:

Tim Jones said...

I have been there, many years ago now, and this poem captures the place as I remember it beautifully.

Agnes said...

Beautiful :-)

Penelope said...

Ah, glad you've brought a poem (lovely) to Tuesday. It's time I visited St Bathans for the first time in...40? years.

Claire Beynon said...

Thank you for sharing this haunting poem with us, Kay.

St. Bathan's (population 6? 7?) is a strange, surreal place, isn't it... it seems to be inhabited as much by the past as the present; if not more. Your lines 'But the ghosts are there all right, in the machinery of pale facings, tangled in lime light under twisted water... say it all.

L, C x

Kay McKenzie Cooke. said...

Tim - Thanks, I found it to be an affecting place.

Agnes - Thank you :)

Penelope - Yes! You SO should visit!

Claire - Thanks. We have promised ourselves a re-visit in the winter.

Harbour

Harbour
'how this all harbours light'