2022 / poetry / author
DS MAOLALAI
SEMI
PRECIOUS
…
the trickled
blue water
of this light
waterfall
recalls
the blue stones
on your collar-
boned neckline. I bought them
at Christmas
as a shy Christmas
present
and don’t see
them hanging
there often
enough.
VISITING
MY GRAND-MOTHER
…
the trees,
blue as teeth,
bite the hills
to small pieces,
and the grass
melts like butter
being laid
across toast.
we are visiting
my grandmother. ‘97:
I'm six. sitting
on the windowsill
of this damp
winter house,
with its plaster-cast
saints and its plaster-
flaked corners.
sky tipping darkness
like a poured cup
of tea. the moaning
of cows rolling in
through the windows;
they sound terrible,
and this morning
my uncle
had me touch one;
I hated it, and also
the taste
of their milk.
it's different at home:
it's much colder
and fresher.
here I am six
and the world
sitting inside
a tennisball;
it is dark
and it smells
very musty.
MY HEART BREAKS ITS BACK IN AN OCEAN
…
my heart breaks its back
in an ocean, and wriggles its flippers
of feet. my heart feels no currents
in motion; it knows
no hope of landfall. oceans
have terrified – grey depths,
a pressure and nothing inside them,
grey as steel on traintracks,
somewhere to stumble
in crossing the road.
this could be winter,
grey as steel trees,
grey as dry days
and lifeless
grey footpaths.
my heart floats on something
like water – a chest
filled with emptiness,
pressing on guts
and the spine.
…
DS MAOLALAI has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019)
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