Tag: weather
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Toast to the Spring / waveformed
Toast to the Spring Black fangs to the east, badlands to the west, the world beyond — glaciers, jungles, dunes and meadows — and home, the garden and the spinney. Lemon seed, a splash of you. A toast. A thousand years in limestone prison. A minute in the sunshine, drowned in the ocean….
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Epiphaneia
Rituals; Too Full of Vermouth and Cigarette Smoke: two poems from Epiphaneia, the 2019 collection from OCM Bocas Prize-winner Richard Georges.
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All The Places
Three poems by South African poet and clinical psychologist Musawenkosi Khanyile, from his recent collection, All The Places, published by uHlanga Press.
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Mapping Edge
Mapping Edge Finger touched mapped faded edge, unending ink black shaped lines, tracing hillsides I walked as a child. Black tufted strokes, old rough pastures, where curlews once rose away from me, ungrazed now, fallen into rush thistled bog. . The parish track, a dry stone wall field margin, a ridgeway in words,…
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The Lightning Way
I would often sit with my grandfather outside on the porch, watching the cloudbursts roll in from the horizon. They would come in thick, dark inky blue clouds heavy with rain over the top of Cochiti mesa; constantly churning and building with energy, as if they sensed the ancient presence of our old village. Grandpa…
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The World Without Us
Deborah Westmancoat is a British contemporary painter based in Somerset, UK. She has a long term interest in alchemy and the philosophical sciences and how they help us to understand landscape and our place within it, particularly how the traditionally held metaphysical stages of alchemy: nigredo (blackness), albedo (whiteness), citrinitas (yellowing) and rubredo (redness) might…
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Life in a Time of Plenty, III
Part 3: After Now summer is coming around again. Rain is neither surprise nor burden; a clear sky is nothing more than that. Now is a time of plenty: the reservoirs aren’t full but they’re full enough; gardens grow without assistance; crops fail, or flourish, but farming in Australia has always been difficult. There is…
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She speaks
in a hoar frost, she said: the weather’s made a Miss Havisham’s wedding feast of this wood the dark of bark and leaf is cobwebbed over the hoar has clapped white hands over all those breathing mouths the air nests whitely in the trees and waits like birds like words to be…
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Life in a Time of Plenty, II
Part 2: Deluge When the rain came, it came hard. In hindsight that shouldn’t have surprised anyone: the Australian environment is not gentle. By the time then-Minister for Agriculture Joe Ludwig announced in March 2012 that federal drought assistance was no longer needed in Bundarra and Eurobodalla – the only areas still listed as being…
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Life in a Time of Plenty, I
Part 1: Drought On New Year’s Day 2007, drought came to Melbourne. Water restrictions, previously moderate, were tightened, and overnight the residents of Australia’s second largest city found themselves in a water crisis: fountains stopped flowing, gardens went unwatered, and almost immediately the city turned brown. Water still came gushing out of the tap as…