Katy Fulker Poems

You didn't notice
The light of the moon balanced
On your silken hands.
I did.
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A train of time,
Ticking its track,
Chooing its chase,
Without looking back.
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Can you feel the insufferable sulphur rush
Bubbling mixt your blood?
No pain is felt, no odour smelt,
Yet a red-black thick as mud.
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One afternoon, the doorbell rang
And not expecting any guest,
I looked outside and realised
My visitor was Death.
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You look and I
Avert my eyes,
So you cannot see the complexities of guilt and fear
Unjust and ignorant of sight.
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I saw today
The sea lick the sand
So gently, it left nothing but a sparkle of sincerity
Reflected by the sun's smile.
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And so my path was chosen,
Masking my soul,
Creating an illusion,
That that too was my goal.
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If you have heard the silent sonnet whispered soulfully by Milford's Sound,
Or watched Pukaki's pallette brush pastels through the burning sky,
If you have felt the rise of Kaikoura's green edge looming over the restless deep,
Or watched, for a moment, the wash, sinking into Piha's silken dark hands,
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