
- This poem made the front cover of "Ripples". Pearls have their beginnings in a living creature that is trying to cope with an unnatural irritant. How many poems start with an experience that is unpleasant, grievous or traumatic?
The morning comes
But dawns no more for you
Tamora Hutt …
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Whose tears will rain on your unnurtured form
Child-woman
Frail as daylilies
And short-lived.
I have no history just my art
And a photograph to guide my careful strokes –
Who is this with you princess, smiling then,
Where is he now?
Will he follow in train your final carriage ride,
Snow White that never was a fairytale bride?
The tracery of veins still blue, the skin …
No line or wrinkle, smooth as ice
Is cold – how old were you?
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For whom do I apply my art?
The man in his designer suit who’ll pay the bill,
The woman with sculpted nails and face,
Who hurried on to some other place,
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But dropped in the dress
So tissue fine and snowflake white
(Was it last night?) –
For you Tamora Hutt I hide the bruising, mend
The broken skin and blend
The colours of my palette to disguise
The horrors drowned within your eyes.
I am your bridesmaid, I’ll attend you well –
No tears now child, no tears, not ever again,
They shall not see the desolation of your final hours
I have repaired
You to your bridal bower –
Rest now …
Tracks, J.R.McRae
The sand wavers near the water,
Pushed to the brink
Where tracks wash out.
Skin slides down the elements tracking the sun,
Cloth waves loose
Flirting with bodies beneath.
He’s different.
He lets the wind cut through his shirt,
Long sleeves to hide the tracks
Where he’s been.