Eel in Mountain Pool

The mountain smoulders.
Woodsmoke distils sunlight
into billy tea;

through funnelled rock
deep in the gorge, creek-
water chatters aimlessly;

treeferns uncurl
clubbed fists of a foetus
above granite boulders;

blue wrens in lantana flare
like sparks in kerosene;
ancient wily eel in mountain
pool is fattening on time.


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Dear Jena,
I love your "Mountain Pool", especially the bit about the fern. I have noticed that myself.

David Lake   12.03.2003 04:57     Заявить о нарушении
Dear Gennadi, Dear Vlanes,

Thank you, thank you, thank you! Your words in support of my poem mean a great deal to me, the more so in view of your calibre as distinguished poets. I must say I never expected this poem, which owes its simplicity and spareness of style to the influence of (ancient and venerable) haiku and Chinese verse forms, to ignite sparks of controversy, but thank you for being there to put out the blaze. And thank you, Gennadi, for your delicacy in asking earlier for elucidation of what may have seemed unclear. I welcome any opportunity to clarify points that readers may find obscure.

And now perhaps the unsuspecting eel can return to the peaceful depths of his mountain pool!

With respect, affection and warmest regards,

Jena



Jena Woodhouse   12.03.2003 17:23   Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, David. And I love your new poem, Amores, which I have just read!



Jena Woodhouse   13.03.2003 16:18   Заявить о нарушении
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