Inside Shells
He dips hands in dawn-stained tideand raises diamonds to the suntrailing exploded tears and promises fulfilled
Sinking down in the saffron sandwith the birthright […]
blue skies poetry
| vast horizons, new words
OUR CATEGORY : Maria Robson
Gypsy Lullaby
City neighborsknow each other in furtive ways:glimpses, strains and signs -early morning radio,Faure at dusk, the smellof burnt toast ,and always boots dryingon the landing in winter
I was rarely home those days,exotic scents pursued me,Tibetan shrines,Berbers in Marrakechwaiting by […]
I Must Go
These words, separate,
like worlds, like crevices,
in bleached driftwood
on pebbled night,
on moon-coded shore
The fine calligraphy
acid, alchemical filigree
on indigo silk swirl
of the unrolled prayer mat
of a setting sun.
~ Marian Robson
Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos […]
Few Joys
A poet is passionately in love with language. W.H.Auden
Few joys compare
to meeting words that match,
whisper, the grey-ragged milk
of layered mist
on winter-pined crags
Words, like giddy-green back flips
from silver-sharp skates,
deceptive in effortless loop
on blue-crystal ice
Words that burn in the Reader
like Psyche’s lamp high -
hanging the consequence -
daring the wrath of gods
to glimpse Eros,
languid in […]
Sunset
for Z
Sunset cradles new moon in the Hajar craters.Camel spills an amber eye
on neighbours at their happy hour
Sip from firey cups brimming crystal blue iceSwim in those […]
