the Neruda spell #10

do not love me
do not love my words
for like me they are without

body or mind bereft
of a place for soul
so that even the touch of

my bare feet to the ground
signals the idea of nothing
complete not even that of

a life lip-licked on vellum

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.

the Neruda spell #9

my eyes weep violets and blood
my palms hold mountains and men

yet one touch of your hand
is like a promissory note

carved in agate on a high peak
tumbled in the heat of thawing falls

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.

the neruda spell #8

plant pots and poets
are nerudal subjects

inspected from above
as if by agate-eyed white doves

crushed like a beach
crashed and sanded

by the ocean’s
constant salt

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.

the neruda spell #7

can you bear
a poem

fur it in snarls
and great rearing jaws

claw at it without
tearing asunder

its meaty parts
while blue sky

and white sun
reign warmth

on its strangled throat

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.

the neruda spell #6

I

she wants
to bite his
cherry tomato lips
seed them transparent

until they overflow palms
wet wrists
maim arms
cross clavicles
taint neck
insect mouth
dry on tongue

II

she wants
to wrap soft
in hair bending triumph
seek what is beneath

the dream of a
sleep tufted cheek
stalked and deep green
thin-pressed like
flowers cupped and buttered
against the heat of
an inked page

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
- some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.