He traipsed toward my face.
My grey, imperious majesty.
Impervious to strong fingers
and rubber-soled feet
His face set, hard as my stone,
bearing a load as heavy as avarice,
hungry comes my challenger.
This conqueror of realms,
remains of breakfast travelling on his lips
My unshaven face looks down upon
this approacher, encroacher. Poacher
of the peaks and the torrs.
I am the absorber of shadows and
giver of light. Bringer of Sunday School
picnics and kites that catch the wind
Faced with this venal subterfuge,
my draw bridge is raised, my
crevices inaccessible.
My many jagged limbs,
created by the sea and the wind.
I am the perfect lure to the foolish
and the last sightof the dying
I cast my gaze upon the mirrored sea,
my only neighbour, whose waters hold
firm under the weight of the working boats.
Bows powerless to escape the tension of her surface
You see me as rock. But, I see you too.
I see the fear coursing through your veins
like a virulent disease. A Flea upon my chest
Well drafted, quite deep with several possible meanings to each phrase and para.. till the end I didn't realize the poet was writing from a sea facing rock's perspective.. hope I got it right..thanks
Climbing the rock is very fantastic in this sharing. Very amazing sharing definitely.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful images of a mighty rock. I love the 'flea upon my chest' brings home how insignificant we are compared to the unconquerable and insurmountable.
Thank you Simone. You appear to be working your way through my poetry. Thank you again. We sit and write. Hoping that when we send our baby into the world, that it possesses the requisite number of limbs, so that others may not stare. It means even more when people are pushed into writing words about one's poetry