Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

soft moss

soft moss …

the space between

her branches

 

(Julian O’Dea)

After the eyeless dark

After the eyeless dark

of night I can perceive

a tree outside with bare

limbs raised in prayer

for spring and you beside

me with your lips like red

clouds at the promise

of dawn.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

lipstick

lipstick …

dawn with 

red clouds

 

(Julian O’Dea)

The Deep

Deep in her but I don’t understand

her any more than a shark knows

the sea except as something to be

in and to be long and predatory

and sustain himself desperately,

always moving, moving, moving.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

Winter Women

With her breasts cosy like little heirloom

cushions handed down from her mother

and her trim, white ankles peering out

like shy mice under her long, long skirt,

she winters again, being from generation

on generation of winter women.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

So many shades of lipstick

So many shades of lipstick
lined up on the shelf,
as many and various as
the lost fruits of Paradise:
but which is the colour that
Adam took from the lips
of Eve?

 

(Julian O’Dea)

YOUR SKIRT

YOUR SKIRT ON THE LINE

 

Now flapping  like a flag of truce

in the warm breeze, that skirt

was surely the one I slid over

your knees with a tremor in

my hands that night, as I spread

you gently like a boy about to pin

the rarest butterfly, easing her

wings apart.

 

(Julian O’Dea)