Out of sight, at the boundary,
blue hills and magical trees
mock and dance in a round,
the greater life flashing in the sky.

Somewhere believe or singing her
a field god rises, hungry,
close to the ground, eyes like smoke,
singing her those particles wake.

They say that they say
that sometimes she's seen in the neighbourhood.

*

I see things out in the fields,
the word heliotrope written in blood,
in the faces of the children
the road's a dark river.

I see things in the other room,
Melanie's dream speaking
the old women, click clack
blind in a circle oblivious.

They say that they say,
she forced her way into the room,
she broke the circle, slit the cloth
of the empty air where the dead spin round.

 

Copyright © Kelvin Corcoran, 2003