The Tuesday Poem: Orison
Orison
~ a Meditation on Katherine Mansfield, in the south of France
A bell calls on sleepy air
resonant
with late afternoon
sheep click & clack
over cobbles
the smell of fleece
hangs on the hour
an olive tree taps
against glass –
through twig and leaf
there is sea, bright
beneath a blaze of sky
the page on the desk
is blank, the pen
a burden to the hand –
she lifts it
draws in breath
…………..will again
until the final line
.
© Helen Lowe
~ first published in Takahe 62, 2007
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Lovely poem, Helen – really gives that southern Mediterranean atmosphere. And, of course, Herself!
Thank you, Kathleen.
The last stanza with the representation of the breath that the author is taking works so well.
Amazing poem,
the smell of fleece lingers, and Penelope is right, the last stanza is amazing. 🙂
Thank you so much, Alicia.:)