John Dennison

1 | 2 | 3

Lone Kauri (reprise)

So take for starters the surge-black fissure,
the waves which register the lunatic sense
it is all well beyond us. Our flooded nature
rages at the dying light, measures
its measures down some lone goat-track,
works up some incorrigible reprise
on grace, etc., a tuning fork
striking itself out of true on the table
of the elements. But blow, burn, break
and be done with it: baptism will
look like this, the flailing, the flensing of waves
and the breath knocked into you, the haul
that finds you first-footing land, brings
the morning. Forgive my making light of
the glass half-empty and you weighing up the dregs;
but I will get up like a love-cast father
awakening to children’s voices, the night-
time true underfoot, who hears their laughter
and finds, at the unclosed door, the seam of light.

More :
Gina-Marie Aburn | James Ackhurst | Johanna Aitchison | Morgan Bach | Fred Buijn | Marisa Cappetta | Medb Charleton | Ruth Corkill | Lynn Davidson | Natasha Dennerstein | Johanna Emeney | Cliff Fell | Helen Heath | Anna Jackson | Annaleese Jochems | Hannah Mettner | Rebecca Nash | Emma Neale | Mikaela Nyman | Claire Orchard | Lee Posna | Nina Powles | Freya Sadgrove | Kerrin P. Sharpe | Carin Smeaton | Marty Smith | Chris Tse | Louise Wallace | Lesley Wheeler | Faith Wilson