The morning after the full moon
there are seagulls everywhere
and crickets cling to the breeze.
The trees are alive with feathered song,
and somewhere far away where I cannot see
a cuckoo speaks.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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Things keep breaking inside my house
and I seem to spend every spare moment fixing them.
I seek comfort in a warm cup,
my bed, and the gentle rhythm
of two needles going clickety clack.
Slowly nothing becomes substance
until eventually a blanket appears.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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Reacquainting with old friends,
I stand confused,
unsure of who I am greeting,
twin locks of gold spinning before my eyes,
almost identical in nature.
And yet, there is a discrepancy –
of gender, of age –
if only I could see fit to figuring it out.
Picking my words carefully,
I say ‘hello’ from a distance,
one step removed,
waiting for those on the other side
to take the lead.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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1.
A pelican sits on a rock
alone in the centre of a circle,
the circle of a cup.
The Rock is like a tree,
with roots that reach into the centre,
travelling into the sea.
They descend,
like a trail of dirty water,
like the body of a snake,
like the arms of an octopus –
reaching,
stretching,
slithering,
sliming…
pushing down;
taking everything,
until the pelican is left:
master of a puddle,
lord of a stump.
2.
Turn him upside down
and he becomes an angel,
a back-to-front J.
J for Jeremial:
problem-solver,
dream-enhancer,
life-fixer,
He who helps those who are stuck.
He is also the angel of death,
but I don’t think this particular point
is applicable here;
unless the meaning is
part of what since
has passed.
3.
Above the angel is a trunk:
of rock,
of wood,
of light;
a trunk that is a portal,
to both the pelican
and God.
Standing beneath this shaft,
showering in all that comes over:
he fills his soul up,
then disappears into the All that Is.
4.
Horses gallop across the sky.
A crow complains.
A dog looks at the moon;
howls…
And in amongst it all –
in an indistinct nowhere,
in an irrelevant somewhere:
a woman unravels,
beginning to stand up.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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