Thursday, 13 August 2009

FROM MY POETRY ARCHIVE: On The Rio with E.M.


On the Rio with E.M.


As the raftman heads upstream,

you show me a facsimile

of the Arawak stone on which you sat

to bring out the guile in the Negro’s eyes.


You say that this river

flowing due east

reminds you of long, loose days

on the Swithenbank in the West

and how the muses who

finally came to minister

arrived in cedar canoes that

have never known waters like these.


I confide dark midnight secrets

and tales of forbidden love

in exchange for thespian stories

about morning horses and

bold-faced beadsellers.


Now I reveal that your name

has been written down

in the Spirit Book of Saints -

the Patron Saint of all people

who live to sculpt and paint.



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