we skate across the surface of the salt flats
hexagonals imprinted mind and feet
puzzling horizons boundless buoyant
at altitude where earth and heavens meet
we skate for love for countries for our children
olympian with gods encountered there
wreaths of crystal flavoured tessellations
our crowns with cubic thorns atop frail hair
bonded to the brittle dessicated
in parched seas that mirror clouds and question why
perception plays its mind games at all tangents
while we skate and build the pillars merchants buy
steel-capped toes with buckled belts and braces
dungaree’d to toil and till to max
salaried in coarse and fine thrown pinches
cellars stocked elsewhere evading tax
a pocketful of salt o’er willing shoulders
a world within a world forced to believe
a conundrum geometric in equation
gliding on salt plains we must perceive
beneath the surface tension ionising
cellular components energy
minds must mine mutations magnifying
scale of operations ill-conceived
miners of the salt flats query skylines
skate for country, kids, to flavour fare
but be wary of illusions, thin-iced mirrors
turn and look, the salt force, be aware
Beautiful, powerful, language and imagery
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Many thanks, Derrick.
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Praise, that tedious thing is insufficient here. Choice of subject matter, beautifully disguised metaphorical hints throughout, crafted so very well…in essence a bloody pleasure to read and absorb.
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Thank you so much, Mike. I don’t feel so deserving of such praise but I’m glad it worked for you. That’s always heartening to know.
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What a gorgeous photograph. And it is perfectly matched by those vivid allusions. I love anything so cool and blue, and so this was very welcome on a hot May morning in California!
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And we’ve actually had sun here for the last week or so, Beth. I’m hanging out washing like a mad thing. And loving it. 🙂
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That’s where we dry our washing — outside. We may as well take some advantage of all this free light and heat, lol. So glad you are having sun. Send us some clouds, please. ❤
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I’m touching wood at every washload, Beth. Should any clouds make an appearance I’ll be glad to send them on over. 🙂
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