new zealand electronic poetry centre
 

M I C H A E L   P.   S T E V E N


 

Charade

  

 
The mirror reflects
its favourite lines. Awake, you assume
nightmares unravel. Variations
 
thicken with promised clarity: A remote
music, will hasten the return of forgotten love
while honesty listens in blindness.
 
 

  
  

Lullaby

 

This is familiar. For instance
you follow
                the broken path
alongside a river.
 

At a bridge, you stop & drink
with a girl who sings

to the wind.
She longs for the joy of flight.


Together, you make plans to visit
some ancient place.

It is unlikely.
                    She has no
concern for love or geometry.
  

The details are fixed, though
you remember

nothing
              of the grinning
moon’s
             laughter

the night’s tainted reign.
 



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Last updated 27 April, 2006