I love your poem; has wonderful concrete imagery.
How about Serengeti Chimera? I like obtuse words.
:-) kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 03.17.03 7:22:25 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< I want to name this "I dream of Africa" but the movie ruins that so I am
open
to any suggestions you might have. Thanks for your help/ crits.
Barbara Ostrander
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I wonder if it is the way you pace
back and forth soft pawed by the window
that makes me think of home.
You watch for me to reappear,
a lion on the hunt.
Or maybe it's the way your nostrils flair
that brings to mind the gazelle standing alert,
knowing it's being watched
every sinew- tense, waiting, aware.
I map out beneath my fingertips
the dusty plains of the Serengeti,
feel along your spine and hips
the urgency of the dry season,
poised for the rains.
The heat of you soaks my skin,
consumes me like a bushfire,
finally stretches me lazy and spent,
a lizard on the windowsill,
limbs languid and still.
I smell in you the raw nerves
of Africa unleashed,
close my eyes, breath deep
and dream of home.
BBO
3/3/03
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