One of these Tuesdays I will post a poem that someone else has written ... at the moment it just seems easier to grab a poem from out of my own store. That way the only person I need to ask permission from is myself (and guarantee an un-delayed response).
This poem is about remembering the days when I was a teenager living in the country and looking for some idyllic spot in which to read a book.
‘lost in ... my own green light’
Laying a curved trail
behind me like a river
in the long grass
of a paddock that waits to be made
into hay after summer
has squeezed it dry,
under a plain sky
not yet written on by weather,
I search for a possie in the middle
somewhere safe from the peril of edges,
the dilemma of borders,
to read from a treasury
of poets: Keats, Browning,
Hopkins, Thomas, Donne, Milton,
Rosetti, Gray, to emerge
much later with skin damp and itchy,
cross-hatched with the imprint
of grass-stalks, to hear
a skylark’s scream as if
the whole planet had shuddered
to a halt; to the slow awareness
of a tractor’s faraway drone
boring into the earth,
its very heart.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
The title of this poem is a line from a favourite song of mine (in fact I have used another line from it for a poem that is in 'Made For Weather'). The song is, 'Lost In Paradise' as sung by Sergio Mendes and Brasil '66.
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