Les poissons mordent
Ton contour mouvant.
La Lune, dans l’eau
Traversée par des poissons
Coule avec le fleuve vers la mer
Et croise l’ombre des arbres qui se reflètent dans les vagues.
Liée à la foret,
Une barque saute sur les ondes.
La respiration pousse la nuit vers les berges.
Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…”
Gwendolyn Brooks
I don’t know how old I am
perhaps six or seconds before
in the florist-shop across the river
all vases smell like hell
he is standing in a floating tub
in the middle
a central-piece on a quantity of water
my uncle is nice
my uncle is fishing
I like him a lot
he loves me too much
and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep down
where the ropes end
where the light is thin
like a last breath
like a string
stretched beyond death
in a perfect tune
me,
this piece of wood
[inspired by Wendy Cope’s anthology ‘The Funny Side’ - published by faber and faber]
The sun is nowhere
This summer’s delayed
My throat is like sandpaper
Earth is my head
I read Wendy Cope’s masterpiece and I blabber:
“Will I ever be published by faber and faber?”
The news just announced
Now, at BBC
That people live longer surrounded by sea
“Rubbish” I say and switch of the TV
“I’d live longer only if ff published me.”
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