These words, separate,
like worlds, like crevices,
in bleached driftwood
on pebbled night,
on moon-coded shore
The fine calligraphy
acid, alchemical filigree
on indigo silk swirl
of the unrolled prayer mat
of a setting sun.
~ Marian Robson
Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos […]
Filed under: Maria Robson by akublik Date 4 March, 2010
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A poet is passionately in love with language. W.H.Auden
Few joys compare
to meeting words that match,
whisper, the grey-ragged milk
of layered mist
on winter-pined crags
Words, like giddy-green back flips
from silver-sharp skates,
deceptive in effortless loop
on blue-crystal ice
Words that burn in the Reader
like Psyche’s lamp high -
hanging the consequence -
daring the wrath of gods
to glimpse Eros,
languid in […]
Filed under: Maria Robson by akublik Date 1 March, 2010
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