Goddess

Her face points upward,

snow-covered precipice,

a wing of light

against the city’s blackened cheek.

 

Embark upon the ancient spice trails

of her breath,

follow the Li River

and set sail to Elephant Mountain,

 

a frozen emerald

 shivering in the lemon sunset,

like the ripples in rock-pools

at her feet.

 

Step free from dream’s edge

and pull down the sky,

heaven’s curtain

                                where

 

‘rice grows and the land is invisible,

by the pomegranate water,

                                      in the clear air

                                                   over Li Chiang’.

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Ha – La – Li

(LoveSuicide for A-Dong)

‘And over Li Chiang, the snow range is turquoise

Rock’s world that he saved us for memory  

                  a thin trace in high air…’    – Ezra Pound

 

Cold fingers sketch the mist,

your outline

++++++pencilled

through dawn’s paper napkin.

 

I follow you under rose-boughs

overhung

 

++++++this cobble-road –

a sleeping scar in our giant’s backbone

that feathers ghosts

+++++++++++++++++++across

snow-peached skin.

 

I cup your hands at the crest,

cradling them to me

++++++before leaping

 

and our eyes

+++++++melt

++++++++++++++into the air.

In humble recognition of…

National Poetry Day, my upcoming trip to the foothills of the Himalayas and valleys of the Yangtze in just under a fortnight, and arguably my most favourite poet – Ezra Pound:

Separation on the River Kiang

Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,
the smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.
His lone sail blots the far sky.
And now I see only the river,
the long Kiang, reaching heaven.

And if any of you like what you see here, and are interested in evocative Imagist poetry, I encourage you to take a look at Pound’s Four Poems of Departure, of which the above is an excerpt.