ARTWORK
Courtney Dookwah
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POETRY
COPPER SOUL
59 copper rings
inked in a ghostly blue
on your concrete paper map
Pulp thick as skin
from the before and after
Cleansed in water
pressed by hand
fixed in the dust of bone
Soothed by beeswax
marked by words
on your moon kissed skin
A place of close encounters
where the living and nonliving
tidal in your eternal afterglow
There is no going backwards
to dwell in trace fossils
as oblivion waits for sema’s call
Let’s pull in to the self serve now
it is time to fill up
on hope
SLIP STREAM
Carry me in
The little space
Between lungs
Where now
Meets never
And the edge
Gives way
To the fallen sun
The inscape
Of our dream space
Shimmers in the fold
My everscaping heart
Still caught
In the salt of the undertow
So alone
You float
Recycled suit sister
Heaven sent hymn
Watching
Waiting
On the ocean wall
For you
So swim.
SECOND HAND SUN
Can we sit and wait
In an endless hold
Old soul?
Can I bottle your beams
And forever carry
Your evanescent glow?
Before the ink of dusk seeps
And all is lost
To the morrow?
Can we stay this way forever
In the tide of time
Before love greets sorrow?
SAND TRAPS
Rise to the occasion
before dawn
drive the 18-circuit
with our steel toes on
de-dewing duets
with the watchful fawn
Mist ascends in silence
blue haze
we trap the sand in the bunkers
man made
machines trace our dance
across the land
Meet you at 9 out back
lunch in hand
dusting the sand
from our faded blues
and brown braids
DOUBLE KNOT
A knot as hard as stone
Is a carrier of resilience
Containing our stories
Armoured for troubled times
Ghost letters from yesterday
Mend and merge in chaos
In the orbit of Saturn’s rings
They will find their way home
Put the forget-me-nots
On the doorstep
Of destiny’s slow embrace
Leave a message
At the sound of the tone
When night calls for light
There is no need for battle
This is a conversation piece.
HOME SICK
I'll wait for you
In the house
With no walls
In the corner
Of your heart
Deep waves
Keep taking me out
GRANNY
Mince meat pies
meet apricity
under butter yellow skies
love infinity
GREAT BLUE HERON
We take flight with the wind
When night calls us home
Where the sidewalk ends
Marked by grass and stone
On the long side of the road
POINT CANOE
Carry the moon
On your back
Towards liquid dawn
As the gentle petals break
We will evaporate
SECOND HAND HEART
I lost the Sol
One day
Left no mark
In his cold wake
Mourning memories
Cast in stone
In the tide of time
Wall and home
A ghostly glow
Heavenly bones depart
Now the dust of gale
You are the soil of stars
I hold you
In the stillness
Of my
Second hand heart
FAULT LINES
The universe expands
with each breath
our thoughts wrapped
around the stars
a ghostly dark matter
our untraceable love
tucked into the strata of time
what will remain?
Heart lines woven into palms
we are the mark makers
carriers of possibility
cycles of blood memory
the water remembers
when the tide meets the wind
we will rise with the moon
only to return again
LIFE LINES
The Land
like my Mother
with heavy arms
we carry each other
bound by forces unknown
hear the drum
of my heart
like the rhythm
of water
in motion
we ascend
through time
we are moving as one
through a connection within
guided by light
and love
I am by the water
I will meet you
where I am
we will flow
forever
together
we are home
WATERMELON HARVEST
A distant sent of watermelon
the faint sound of seeds
tap dancing on the porch deck
our feet swinging in the sun.
PERIWINKLE MOON
Crisp air under the moon
We sleep on the trampoline
Watching the stars
Like strangers from afar
We dream this night away.
LAND LINES
A stop sign
For sidewalk kisses
As we pedal backward
With paper plane wishes.
BEAT ROUTE
Sunday drive
on a sleepy dirt road
to destination
Here & Now
Windows down
voices dance
on the soft breeze
through fields
of golden light
BANANA POPSICLE
Meet me at the end.
We’ll ride our bikes
In bathing suits
no shoes
skipping stones
and pocket change
One banana popsicle for two.
SORRY BACK
We will meet at a distance
Near the beginning
Past unmended time
Past unlettered lore
You will be the way
We imagined you could be
Not the ghost
of bygone history
Child of the jungle
Sunless seed
Stone thrower
Tumbleweed
Now the tiger tails melt
The chip truck closed
Machete by the bed
A white November rose
For every day missed
Sorry dad.
SIGNS
The wild arrows
everywhere
Drawn and taped on walls and floors
They are mysterious way-benders
Weeds of bright deception
I look down to find a small red one
Pointing toward the path I just came
Telling me to turn around
But I never do
Follow them only
To lose your last thought
ON THE HORIZON OF YOUR BONES
the future waits impatiently here
in a space of sonic seams
and dream patchers
bodies move in perpetuity
as magnetism stirs
the momentum of ritual resistance
we are summoned by a call
from the future here
tipping the pendulum
in a city of parallels
your sharp corners billowing
bare faced in the tall sea glass
of vertical blue hopes
you are the colour of wet sand
and hazel eyes
on this strip of concrete
that never sleeps
we float alongside you
on rubber life rings
that never tire
from your century in orbit
on this patch of grass gold
it is always high tide
in the sea of reflections
we wake across the threshold
against the grain of your brown bones
and green-yellow-blues
leaving half thoughts
on cinderblocks
and black bathroom doors
we never idle in the arrows
and wait
in line by the cooler
like the water
a century in the making we are
your unwound clocks
arriving at the interlude