This is an old poem that went missing. I knew I had it somewhere on an external drive, but that had gone missing too. I had forgotten the title and yesterday, I pored through the tags for this blog in an effort to find it, but to no avail. Today, however, I discovered the usb thingy in my kitty-cat pencil case that sits to the left of me all the time. *smacks head with heel of hand
It’s not that it’s a great poem, but I like it just the same. I wrote it after reading the book, “The Drowned World” by J.G. Ballard. That was a bit of a triumph for me, since I’m not a reader of fantastic stuff, but I persisted and ending up really liking the book.
Don’t ask me what this poem means, I haven’t got a clue.
(A recording of the poem will follow as soon as I get my office relocated – very soon.)
Surprised By The Battleground.
We were comrades when the ship
our spirits scattered to the winds
like soaring gulls.
You wore a shocking white suit
and I, a red silk dress,
as we danced to marimba
in the midst of horrors.
We heard the buzz-buzz of the
as it made its line towards the
our bodies blasted to the winds
like dirty gulls—
your white suit, smeared with
my red-silk dress blown up
over my head.
And we never saw it coming—
though we held the divination sticks
in our shaking hands.