Possible memories of a transversal walk through the woods such is the this that so as she stumbles so as she radiates and glides so as she crashes and collides so as she counts herself and hides the wanderings of a madman a child lost two lovers' possible meander patterns of shade and sun through the trees like intermittent flickering on the surface of a pool a swarm of shadow constantly repeated by the varying intensity of light the scattered sunlight bubbles like lava pushed up by pulsing shadows a mini treasure hunt a place to trip the skies in winter broken by cold thin branches of empty trees like cracks in ice a template of stars the surprise of eyes that really look moss of tame woods orgies in open spaces secret societies and shallow graves the idea of a romance, rehearsal for a horror film leaves of brown, dry and crisp apologies that swarm restlessly amongst the mosquitoes and failing flies soaked in humidity a transparent abundance of flora to crystallize the overwhelming promises of a lifetime an environment that asks what the body can do a path having wound itself around itself, seems to float the imagination of allowing herself to be led with eyes closed a sign tells her the name of the tree it is nailed to an abandoned birdhouse hanging from a branch the cries she hears from beyond the forest boys play football in a farmer’s field the baled hay is her blanket of safety warm and yellow it is dry and ready to burn
Jeroen Nieuwland studied Hindi and Literary Theory. He lives in Berlin where he teaches English and works as a film projectionist. His poems have previously been published in a.o. RealPoetik, Bordercrossing Berlin, and Amber. He maintains a weblog at transversalinflections.wordpress.com. © 2009 prickofthespindle.com |
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