I dreamt I was feeling vertigo on the stairsa candle in a jar
it is on the table with the intake of breath
water beads like sounds before meanings
the words do nothing for you, what have you done for them
I can see the future clearly; up close I need my glasses
a flame in a jar, me in your eyes
inevitability with its nose to a false tomorrow
with all your hunger you can start completely new
water beads on the glass
the dirty moon through the window
it is harder to get back the withheld
two of me in your eyes that see one
broken bits of graffitu
parakeets dart from backyard wall to gum
words bead like water before falling
we leave our families, communities, look for a book club
a clean house does not mean you are not going to die
a flame away from the wind
water beads like meanings
by Claire Gaskin, Paperweight, Hunter Publishers, 2013.
Gaskin's preoccupation with line and image. There's a wry humour at work, too, which I love and a real strength in Gaskin's understanding of our subconscious yearnings. Hot off the press - I attended the book launch less than three weeks ago. Buy one for your own Christmas present, I say.
This poem is reproduced here with permission from the author.
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