Lost Things

two poems about the oncoming climate disaster

(I am actually not entirely sure where this picture comes from! im pretty sure it was a friends holiday - but isn’t it perfect for a place you wouldn’t ever want to lose?)

Lost Things

	wind makes bones of the trees
leaves rattle, leathery skin 

petrified
	in harsh skies, rare sun
		I could shift in this crazy tumult

walk desert sands 
	shimmy into rainforests 
paint myself like a bird
	run with bears or foxes
kneel in the mulch
	
	and with wet knees 
		cry endlessly for lost things 

I see the pulse of my heart 
in the russet jangling

the dome of my skull
in the white curl of a discarded leaf

the curve of my thought
condensed into a bright green bud 

Two Roubles 

two roubles fell 
from my youngest daughter

there had been no rain
for a month

skyward
birds plucked feathers 
dropped them with
crisp unhappy leaves

so

something 

is 

always 


falling

I can only offer my silhouette
to the dust

wrapped in cotton
cast on the floor

shrunk to almost nothing

as gentle words
bruise, darkened by
fey roubles
sun dry

(Both Poems first published in Bind collective you can read it here)

(a two rouble piece, my husband had been teaching theatre all over the world and we have coins that my daughter plays with)

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I am running out of republished stuff now - at least poems that I still think have something! All my new work is being prepared for a collection. I would love to be sharing it with you as posting old stuff somehow doesn’t feel so relevant! So I will be dropping down to one poem once a week I think (unless something magical happens!) I have a computer bursting with words here and I need to corral them.