by M F McAuliffe
i
The house is wrapped in the webs of noon.
The yellow grass falls away with the hillside.
In the beating noon
the hawk forgets the mouse,
the purple flower droops.
The sun slides in its grooves
and makes a silence.
The silence enters the room.
ii
What does sleep accomplish?
What does breath accomplish?
Under your grey skin
the cells are multiplying, multiplying.
iii
Your arms want to lie by themselves.
Your toes are a loose federation.
Your hair keeps straying off.
You are only your heart.
iv
The window waits.
The bed is on loan from the next moriand.
Its soul stands at the door.
v
This hard spring rain
is driving you further into the earth
further and further –
The distance aches.
vi
across the windowsill
in their hustling
millions of leaves
discs of metal
lean out from the trunks
into the ash-fall
into the death of light.
my mother is dead.
along the coast
wind-crazed tea-tree
weather-silvered planks
pines with torn arms
cypress and tamarisk
diagonal with yearning
stand
black with early dusk
and the great laying out of the sea
the great sheeting away of the sea.
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M. F. McAuliffe was born in South Australa and educated in Adelaide and Melbourne.
Her short fiction has appeared in Overland, siglo, Australian Short Stories, The Adelaide Review, The Clarion Awards, Tema (Zagreb). Her poetry has appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, Poezija (Zagreb), and Prairie Schooner; she is the co-author (with Judith Steele) of Fighting Monsters (Vaughan Willoughby, Melbourne, 1998) and in 2000 her long poem “Orpheus” was staged by the experimental La Mama Courthouse Theatre in Melbourne. Her essays have been published in Overland and on the blog at Red Lemonade.
In 2002 McAuliffe co-founded the multilingual magazine Gobshite Quarterly with her husband, R. V. Branham, and she continues there as contributing editor. In 2011 she co-wrote and co-published the artist’s book Golems Waiting Redux (GobQ / Publication Studio, Portland).
Photograph: Humberto Suaste – detail from OJO DE PAJARO
beautiful poems, tho I am late rereading them. and photo.
got my death fix for the day…