An orangutan stole my canoe
By Naomi Parkyn
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An orangutan stole my canoe is a collection of poetry written with the greatest reverence for the way language can sound. It is a reflection of fate, and which plans amount to something, nature’s obstacles, history’s memory, the myth of the greatest books never written. The poetry itself delves into the darkest and funniest places Naomi Parkyn has known, seen glimpses of or heard stifled and expressed by the human mind because some of the mostsly and cleverly conceited language is found in the construction of excuses. What makes an idea viable in reality and why? Within the lifespans of people and projects.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Naomi Parkyn believes in literature as a form of prayer or play; using words to discover, explain, explore, rationalise, reduce or engage with the world. For her, writing was something she wanted very early on and decided she would never have the courage or recklessness for. It is a fair assessment of her now own character: less sensible and slightly more courageous.
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An orangutan stole my canoe - Naomi Parkyn
Naomi Parkyn
An orangutan stole my canoe
Poetry
© Le Lys Bleu Éditions – Naomi Parkyn
ISBN : 979-10-377-7272-5
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Careful now, the water is rising above my knees
Down to the sea where wanton women go
Singing the music of madness
From the mouths of swallows and finches
Fly home underwater loud musician
Of the trees. Circle the moaning morning
In tender loving tease.
Clothed in contented wing, come warm airless afternoons
And days the waves cease to crash but build on high
Walls that whisper of collusion in highest air bubbles of order, Headed straight for the sky.
Circle the sun as it sets in the east
The stage for feverish fairies
The wind blows and water grows and that is some scenery to play off, at least.
Battalion charge, brigade lead along
The warpath of remembrance
Of when I was young.
When fairies flew to bid good day or bless you
Forget the forests that curse under their breath
To see us return, the remains of life and not death.
Ash and dust and dirt, home again
Unlike before the world went to war
With seaweed and myrtle and sycamore seeds
And words answerable to no one but lawless
Pagan rites of passage or voodoo law.
What - a foreigner abroad in my own drifting land
On account of a baffling father-tongue
Who speaks that I might listen
To his language, wordless and wild and unwilling to nurture
The words of another, a faraway woman’s girl-child.
Lesser men than worms of mother birds falling neat into the beaks of babes.
To the shore, cries a gull, who sees ground and guffaws
At our ignorance and folly, stored in
Sunflower bodies, all brain and backbone
Feeling drugged painless ache after
Concoctions administer a bloody aftertaste,
To sleep through it all without knowing when or why or how to wake.
Chasing down a truth forbidden by consciousness
These restless, cricket chirping afternoons
I have left the house un-emptied
Exactly as it would be, had I not invaded
This life, and this body and broken it.
What truth does water muffle?
My nose and eyes stung by breathless venom
Love, take your bows and exit centre right
For my betrothed is come to bury us both,
Gentle agony awaits patiently
This wracked, clinking form
Age, what a number of days or miracles
I neither wanted nor sought
But a flood at my feet, oh love what future
Beginning in ear-ringing soundless struggle
Beneath the surface, I cannot speak,
Acoustics of the sea make a poor stage -
Calls to curtsey are encores of defeat, in our woeful age
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Like one
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
The Tempest
Silky skin slides asleep in tender lamp glow
Tossing and turning, as my head on the pillow
What nightmarish daydream has fastened your will
Stuck to the sideboard, are memories
I watch the slow agony of the ill.
"Do you remember?’ Pointing to a photo frame,
I ask, without expectation of any answer,
Though any answer would do - you stay silent
And I twist my fingernails into flesh, to forget
Or to deflect shame.
I cannot reach wherever your dreams are screened
In fancy picture houses, with regal red leather seats,
What can you see?
when you call that old name
The one repeated in the night, over and over again.
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