I will say
though I was bent
near to breaking
I learned my spine
is like the blades of wheat
when rains come and come
and the plaited grains swell
with heaviness
and the thin stalks
can no longer hold aloft
their heads
and they surrender
bow low to the ground
old guido would say
the crops have lain down
still,
the threshers come
still, there is a harvest
there is bread rising
beneath […]
Filed under: Kerry Mulholland by akublik Date 5 November, 2007
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the desert makes me lonely but not in a thirsty way
pictures of earth from space are lonely
round blue skinned so thin with cloud and air
water echoes here in the gully and undulation
even lizard flows
a small river over sand
great seas have been and gone
hear the quiet receding
the slow revelation of dry
the way skin and flesh fall […]
Filed under: Kerry Mulholland, Writing the Land by akublik Date 8 October, 2007
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