Saturday, February 7, 2009

Will You Be Here?


In the dead black
I hear the oarlock rim-shot
of bone white drumsticks 
cutting concentric circles 
in rivers of ash.

A cat stands on a pier
stroking a kopeck through his whiskers.
A cat on his last legs
with his first paws stained caviar blue.

Will you be here?

I feel the dog's compass 
mercury shivering in my pocket
on the coal smoke hills 
of the lee shore.

Will you be here?

It's so hard to play the favorite
when the bishop's pit-boss fixes the odds.
It's so hard to say good bye
when I don't want you to be gone.

Will you be here?

6 comments:

Jen Jewel Brown said...

Scaught, this work here is so good. I hope you submit a poem like this to the suitable literary journals. Much of what I read is already crumbling, but yours takes certain root. Blogging is swift but the printed page hits hard.

Love,

Jen

ScaughtFive said...

Thanks. Where does a Malchick find a suitable literary journal?

Jen Jewel Brown said...

Well, online works well. There's Cordite
http://www.cordite.org.au/pastoral
Tattoo Highway

Stylus is good
http://www.styluspoetryjournal.com/main/master.asp?id=75

and a good list here ...
http://www.australianpoetrycentre.org.au/?page_id=108

Easy to Google

xJ

ScaughtFive said...

Thanks greatly! I'll have a bash at it.

Jen Jewel Brown said...

xxxJ

Anonymous said...

I agree with Jen on this one.