|Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 7 . . .|
|In a City Made of Seaweed
Double Sonnenizio on Two Lines by Ilya Kaminsky*
In a city made of seaweed we danced on a rooftop, my hands
arched at the hips. Now a city of sand slips beneath us too, castle
such lurchers of reclamation. We scrawl our story in lines
a mother-of-pearl cradle, we cling tight as the dance-floor shifts.
among the olive pods. Stubborn love is like a leatherjacket, that tough city
you, whether krill, or squid's black ink. The seabed is a rooftop, our story
these words of love are little bubbles, dancing, rising on a dare.
*First and last lines are by Ilya Kaminsky.
by Dave Rowley
Poet and cartoonist Dave Rowley, originally from Sydney, Australia, is still coming to terms with the fact that he now lives in Seattle after following his wife Tina across the world. He has decided to make rain his friend. His poetry has previously been published in Andwerve.
© 2007 Dave Rowley