Thursday, July 26, 2018

Rose and Fell - Chris Price

Moist geometry unfurls.

          Dawn flushes the birds

from their silence
— hectic petticoats trimmed

          with disappearing mist —

and there, under a shaggy hem
          of pines, the monster Grendel

stealing home, mouth full

          of pinking shears.
His rough palm grips the bruised

          root of a plant torn

from a mountainside
          releasing scent of a more

legendary bloom.

                              His pelt
glistens, the girl’s words

          trapped moths

in his uncomprehending ears.
Wings of flowers

               fall and star

the path behind him
          as he travels

swiftly over the ground

          breathing     breathing.


Sharpe, I. (Ed.). (2001, January 1). Best New Zealand Poems 2001. Retrieved from http://www.victoria.ac.nz/modernletters/bnzp/2001/home.html

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