Blue Bottle Journal
  • Home
  • About
  • Submit
  • Masthead
  • Press
  • Home
  • About
  • Submit
  • Masthead
  • Press

Blue Bottle Journal
poetry with sting

Listen Up

14/10/2020

0 Comments

 
Picture
by Nicholas Perkins

The urge of stones that 
stir this stream to rise and ripple 
means moon-time.

Those flowers bloom 
and bend to welcome 
fish now biting. 

Cicadas sing that sun is hot
and fruit is fat,
but try find them
They’ll find you,
with their pissing-down,
in the dry times.

It’s that fox 
that sees you now.
Lock eyes and feel 
what he recognises.

Not so different, you two,
frantic 
in your fevered test 
of friend or foe,
dumb
     to the deep talk
                     down.

Nicholas Perkins lives in Sydney. He works in education and has been a primary school principal, with a background that also crosses the arts, neuroscience and behavioural ecology. Poetry and music are Nick’s preferred media for personal meaning-making.
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Blue Bottle

    Seeking words with sizzle, poetry that wraps us in burning ribbons and won't let go. Send us your best!

    Archives

    February 2023
    January 2023
    December 2022
    November 2022
    August 2022
    June 2022
    May 2022
    April 2022
    March 2022
    February 2022
    December 2021
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    August 2021
    July 2021
    June 2021
    May 2021
    April 2021
    March 2021
    February 2021
    January 2021
    December 2020
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
Photo used under Creative Commons from John Donges