Last Year's Capers
posted Jul 6, 2006
Last year’s capers, an old roué
he stared a night light
felled and silent
He shot the shad birds
reed sons, lute herds
He shot a lime stone beak for me
We watched the sea hens
peach-cocks, soar-ups
the kitty wrens, the litter hawks
We held our knees
and saw below
the bones of terns and bellow geese
Stone swans and grebes
some pickled doves
he smashed
a litmouse gull for me
Oh, we cannot foam, we cannot catch
the lies, wing wraps
the upturned night.
The broken fence, a smashed phone box
a clifftop cull on Beachy Head
The waves below
our roar
our shame
our grave last night, last year, today
The broken night
the necks, our bones
our bodies chalked
the sky late gone
We stole ring tags
of birds, our names
the beds of birds
of cranes, away
A hurtled dove
throat thrushed and warped
he wrenched
the salt cold love off me
© 2006 Jane Ormerod
Poetz, Eratio Post-modern Poetry, and Unpleasant Event Schedule. For more info, see her website.
was born on the south-east coast of England and now lives in New York City. Her poetry and prose has appeared in many US and UK publications including Dirt,