joop Berse Poems

for your beloved cat Gizmo † 09.2017

We saw it coming.
Or we didn't.
...

It must have looked like war:
A burning plane falling
Out of the clear blue sky.
Inside the instruments screamed,
...

I

The dropping tied carried him
On a raft of tree trunks.
...

The night is approaching the frozen landscape;
Stars in their pale, agonizing colours,
The raw, wintry, fallen lake,
Pine trees in their hungry rows.
...

for Sandy

An oath,
world of stones, grass, birds,
...