Poetry

Fraser Mackay


Fraser Mackay

Fraser Mackay, 6 october 2012

opus at 4

nothing like expected the universe
glimpsed from side-on now waiting
for some ephemera to clutch
hosanna like run a giddy mile

ice formed in these unexpected hours
a vision of Scott dead at the pole
his dog tied to a sled
huddled against the bitter wind

on the mainland night shadows
slid the tarmac white doves
circled the black-slashed-dross-fallen-sky

this madness is not authentic
like yesterday’s grey wash — but not so
unpleasant to go within
the arc of the door swinging closed.


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Fraser Mackay

Fraser Mackay, 6 november 2011

changing light

sizing up the shed’s frame
a magpie glides in
lands on the ridge
raised and fixed about an hour ago
 
Fur Elise floats across the winter fields
lines dangle, footsteps wander
undulations somehow escape
my mind’s dogged need for order
 
we walk euphoric miles
knee deep in sand dunes   
the ocean does its lunar thing
we do have that in common
 
radio quiet, the pencil’s music
without appetite weaves thoughts
dreams and fears — as the changing light
inexorably shifts the margins of our life


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