Meditation With Objects
for Christopher Middleton
Squat pot, earth dug;
peppermill with militant handle
& dizziness of the Swiss clock
shadow the window, blue haze
so electric the morning watch they
threaten a march to the frontier.
In the children’s room
armed with the alphabet
stalks a patchwork hunter
stuffed with the shapes of tomorrow.
They rise & flick waking lids,
tatting the air with dreams
of sleek bombers & jellied fire.
Stone jar cools the black fruit.
A torn pomegranate spills beads
that chain us to the table.
A tank rolls from its shadow.
The city hums – is shuttered
against legs that will dangle
in the square tomorrow.
From Events, Greece 1967–1974 (Anglo-Hellenic Publishing, 1975)
© Michael Harlow