Little Woman | Marie MacSweeney
Dance pursues her.
Those neat feet
giggle.
Her toes hunt
new ground
in a ballet pirouette.
She taps life
into pavements,
colours the sun.
In her dream the long arm
of the jungle
is shaking her free
of trees.
Dance pursues her.
Those neat feet
giggle.
Her toes hunt
new ground
in a ballet pirouette.
She taps life
into pavements,
colours the sun.
In her dream the long arm
of the jungle
is shaking her free
of trees.
Beyond the ivy-clung forest stones
her hermit’s hearth does glow
with the scent of wild herbs
and other hedgerow matter.
‘Tis bottling night again,
the ladle is overemployed,
with the rhythm of eye measurements,
dipping and diving with the flow.
Simmering time’s for ladder knotting,
whittling worms out of the soul.
Busy yet still slipping backwards,
onion rolling in your wake,
time and distance are comfort’s friends
but seldom get down to the root.
Rubbing fern juice into her hair
with nimble fingers quick and true.
Frowning, she bobs and weaves
all ’round the magnetic target
which she cannot view remove.
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The violence is happening
the way crackers pose as
bombs, is sign of one more
war– on streets, in restaurants and show rooms.
Even mannequins are not safe.
Pose as one
but be sure that violence
is not averted.
Trees spell doom.
The skies are unearthly
gawkish desires are truth
and away from their circumference
hovers the ghost.
and then
come over the sound
wash all around
your face
your head
your space
around the main delivery
of materiel
and love
take me
in
out
take me
a trout
to your storm
where we embraced
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You call to me
I call to you
Welcome to the tree
You say you love me
In your primitive way
But I am not so sure
I believe that look
In your eye, it’s all
A show for others
Listening to our stir.
Strangers
Lives intersect
Testimony
Deliberation
Conflict
Agreement
Verdict
Dismissed
Never see those people again
Slice of life civic responsibility
Part of our system
Exit
Might say I’m
a night animal,
might say I’m
happier in the dark,
might say I can’t
see in front
of my own face,
stumbling, tripping,
injured somewhere.