Wednesday, September 12, 2012

A Poem by pd lyons

Belize

The cinnamon woman pulls me down
In an ancient heat
Her golden fingerprints
Whisper of an unborn midnight
Long long ago in the dream time
Before moonlight ever was
And every shadow moved with care
Beneath a hunter diamond sky
Before the horse spirit was hid
Beneath slimy limestone floors
Covered with pottery chips and rusted cans
All twisted up in fibre root and rot.

The cinnamon woman pulls me down
In an ancient heat
Her golden fingerprints
Show me another way to that secret place
And how to draw up the horse spirit
So that it may once more
Run on into the high bush country
Where our flesh lays in blossoms of hibiscus
And the caves of heaven are radiant with swimmers.
 
 
 
pd lyons has been writing for a long time now and hopes to continue doing so for even longer. Work has appeared in many mags & zines through out the world. Has two collections of poetry published by Lapwing Press Belfast. For further info please visit pdlyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases:
http://pdlyons.wordpress.com/

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