Sunday, February 17, 2013

Doris Stacy & Hilda Morley

Doris Stacy [pic by Alan Bernheimer]

So we bring them to cage
honeysuckle let slide
know itself more than we
know so we pulse at once
in and out while the dips
coax your mouth sealed and mine
prehensile, whole
curlicue-paved, sails on.

Hilda Morley [pic courtesy of wood s lot]


The catalogue said —
with surf rocks seabirds & in the background
a line of grey horizon
to the right: a scroll twelve inches by eighteen
inches, should I send for it?
Or are
the words enough?
The Chinese cranes arrive,
perch solemnly on the shore explore the seascape
and set the sea-air blowing here forever.

1 comment:

  1. these are wonderful poems. (though Doris doesn't make it easy for me..) Happy to see Way again!