take names from places

Kit Kelen

 

1

 

the light that sits on the water

the sky belonging to these lungs

 

these connect the dark

 

the finger pointing

has itself to say

this touching for far

all one of a kind

seen in the said

 

a bell

which days will chime

a bowl to pass

 

ring hill tumbled

timbered in cast off rays

slant hours

 

in bed imagined

the cartwheel comes to its rest

that’s us asleep

so blessed

 

2

 

possums climb down

from the stars

through these branches

 

steps further

made of not a thing

get roots deep with

secret dark down

 

something will be lost with me

that’s the sacred thing

 

like leaves of late summer prepared to fall

 

or a child absconding

 

a cloud come clean

 

the foreignness of every language

gets the tongue

around

 

sun say

or moon come round

its several ways

and always facing us

 

homes of objects so delicate

they show the gentleness required

to which we all are strangers

 

Kit Kelen’s next volume of poems Scavenger’s Season will be published by Puncher and Wattman in 2014. Kelen’s ‘Shed’ won the local award in the Newcastle Poetry Prize for 2013.

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