Wednesday, 14 November 2018

Zeugma (November)


November stands on the table and its dignity when not under the influence, and the table. Days eat away time and several courses, putting the cart before the horses and the online buyer. Never was life so much in vogue or the magazines than now, as November has everything to gain and in common. One slip could do your best laid plans and your head in, the rest going unspoken and at length on a comfortable couch. November comes around like clockwork or a patient anaesthetised upon a comfortable table; fit as a horse or a meal for a king.

Zeugma (November)

November stands on the table and its dignity
When not under the influence,
And the table.

Days eat away time and several courses,
Putting the cart before the horses
And the online buyer.

Never was life so much in vogue or the magazines
Than now, as November has everything to gain
And in common.

One slip could do your best laid plans
And your head in,
The rest going unspoken and at length
On a comfortable couch.

November comes around like clockwork
Or a patient anaesthetised
Upon a comfortable table; fit as a horse
Or a meal for a king.

Tuesday, 13 November 2018

Ode (November)


Thou art indescribable in thy space with bending celeste sifted by trending cloud, height no obstacle, orbit all inference, zenith touched against arc of retina, expanse left alone to find a way home, thunderheads in that invisible hue screening us faintly from the wildest stars. Likewise thy invented miles here below crush upon crush walls, links into maze of roads (cars breathe apace their toxic arabesques) ragged, manic, greedy, noisy, sleekest,
along mountains and populated shores, unstopping construct atop red ruin: to the end of gaze and start of story. November, catchword for realities even sleep cannot close off completely.

Ode (November)

Thou art indescribable in thy space
With bending celeste sifted by trending cloud,
Height no obstacle, orbit all inference,
Zenith touched against arc of retina,
Expanse left alone to find a way home,
Thunderheads in that invisible hue
Screening us faintly from the wildest stars.
Likewise thy invented miles here below
Crush upon crush walls, links into maze of roads,
(Cars breathe apace their toxic arabesques)
Ragged, manic, greedy, noisy, sleekest,
Along mountains and populated shores,
Unstopping construct atop red ruin
To the end of gaze and start of story.
November, catchword for realities
Even sleep cannot close off completely.

Sunday, 11 November 2018

Ekphrasis (November)

Thou art innumerable in thy art who speaks as Conder in flowering orchards the outcome a greenest geometry turning this way and that without ruler or remotest perspective to distract, as the cycle here starts again, extends. Hokusai, his spry distant relation, relates how an artist’s papers windblown join hats and birds and leaves over ricefields: the famous mountain still in the distance, everyone walking with, or against, force. Ice is its own shades when Bonnard talks. His way of pronouncing thou November is more whites, varied hues held in common. We know thee yet by name, for how long... 
 
Ekphrasis (November)
 
Thou art innumerable in thy art
Who speaks as Conder in flowering orchards
The outcome a greenest geometry
Turning this way and that without ruler
Or remotest perspective to distract
As the cycle here starts again, extends.
Hokusai, his spry distant relation,
Relates how an artist’s papers windblown
Join hats and birds and leaves over ricefields:
The famous mountain still in the distance,
Everyone walking with, or against, force.
Ice is its own shades when Bonnard talks
His way of pronouncing thou November
Is more whites, varied hues held in common.
We know thee yet by name, for how long...