Below are some examples of poetry by friends and relations.† This page will be changed from time to time.
Melanie Kathryn Black
Has had poetry published in numerous publications including MiPoís Rosa Blanche Project, MiPoís Goya Arts Study Project, 2nd place winner in John James Juett Painting Challenge (write a poem inspired by his paintings), Gunpowder Ridge Poetry, Quill and Parchment. She has also won two honorable mentions from the Inter-Board Poetry Contest.
is a ghost of a house
crowding the distance.
it swallows saxaphone sounds
and repeats them in a blare
from a basement that isnít there.
colliding with concrete steps,
twirl in the old ladyís dining room††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
so she has to go upstairs.
There she wanders restless and tired
under oak branches
between her bed and bath.
When the weeds are long
And one can smell the faint charring
rise from heated ground
a second floor balcony shimmers
with boisterous music.
Young heirs drink and smoke grass,
imagine that whatever they have
is forever in the meadow
In the ghost of a house.
an iguana licks lightning
children trace the night with glow-worms
past clicking bamboo that cracks and bows
to the unseen gathering in pre-frontal shadows
illumine a cholera river
card houses stack over paper bridges
tongues of bright cloth cover yawning mouths
of homes where frangipani sweetens sewer water.
backdrops this congingent world
leather puppets silhouetted on silk tell stories
the veins of brown eyes pulse with drum beats
blooms sweat on the thin backs of laborers
a clove snake curls into still air
jeeps with grim faced soldiers pass
a man jumps a puddle but still gets muddy
of balconies in a swimming pool
foreigners find haziness near the bar
laugh too loud because they see two of everything
but always miss the leper on the tour.
I give you thanks for calm,
a placid sea from which gulls rise
and paint a prayer in the sky.
And for the boats reflected masts
in swirled and colored silk;
these are the crafts Iíve traveled
home to port.
I praise the storms that passed;
high winds and slashing rain
have cleared the land at last,
and though I hid with fear
I emerged from darkness into sun.
As I watch the pipers run on shore
and hear the whispering of waves,
I ask you this Ė may I not forget.
All © 2003