YesterdayA Poem by Terrance Brownin the land of the others ancestors
that I claim as home. The cold crisp air pushed my face, bludgeoned my eyes and nose who paid in slight pain and tears for this glance and this memory. In this the oldest of countries the green hills are rent by rugged golden cliffs, like broken bones jutting through the rolling green-grass skin. Out on the plane a lone antelope struggles for meaning, the white markings around it’s arse a small smudge on the history of herds, of man, of life. And on my haunches, thighs tightened in swivel, a look over my shoulder confirmed the red car still visible on the ridge of the road where we had stopped. My grandparents lingering near by. Their old bodies could not follow as over the barrier and down the bank I trudged, dodging death bites from phantom berg snakes, dragged into the land by the undergrowth. I turned from them, and allowed my fingers entry into the cold waters of a mountain pool, and touched something of the nothing after death that flowed these waters, cracking and rippling around rocks, around my fingers © 2011 Terrance Brown |
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2 Reviews Added on June 1, 2011 Last Updated on June 1, 2011 AuthorTerrance BrownLondonAboutI am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..Writing
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