Kate Forsyth interviewed by Robert Salisbury at the Manly Writers Group. Kate
gave me this link to an interview were she has read some
of her poetry. Thought I would share this with you.
gave me this link to an interview were she has read some
of her poetry. Thought I would share this with you.
Siren Soul
I perceive I have a siren soul,
half the stuff of dreams, half surging blood,
skin and scales fused. I sing for love
when he comes to me, his eyes are wet,
his mouth is full of water.
As our fingers touch, he sinks.
I could transform myself, hide
in flesh, undivided, mute.
But to be human I must lose
my strange fluid beauty, my seductive call.
If not to sing, if not to love and lose,
why was I given a siren soul?
half the stuff of dreams, half surging blood,
skin and scales fused. I sing for love
when he comes to me, his eyes are wet,
his mouth is full of water.
As our fingers touch, he sinks.
I could transform myself, hide
in flesh, undivided, mute.
But to be human I must lose
my strange fluid beauty, my seductive call.
If not to sing, if not to love and lose,
why was I given a siren soul?
Midnight Garden
and this is my garden
a lover's knot of paths converging
to a sundial in its wheel of lemon-scented time
a lover's knot of paths converging
to a sundial in its wheel of lemon-scented time
a secret garden
hedges in mazes where we run shrieking
following a trail of crumbs
hedges in mazes where we run shrieking
following a trail of crumbs
a poet's garden
fists of roses inscribed with thorns
dragged free in a changeling wind
fists of roses inscribed with thorns
dragged free in a changeling wind
a nursery rhyme garden
where I shall be queen and you shall be king
and toadstools bloom in rings
where I shall be queen and you shall be king
and toadstools bloom in rings
a heretic's garden
where herbs have their own silent language
rain writing its occult script on water
where herbs have their own silent language
rain writing its occult script on water
a midnight garden
where bells ring out in tongues of astonishment
a stone lion crouches with scribbled moustache
where bells ring out in tongues of astonishment
a stone lion crouches with scribbled moustache
and these are my forests
where paths shift and compasses spin
spiralling leaves hiding a broken altar
where paths shift and compasses spin
spiralling leaves hiding a broken altar
and this is my garden
these are my forests
this is my sacred sea
these are my forests
this is my sacred sea
My favorite is the last one.
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11 comments:
Those are wonderful. I like them both, although the second one really makes me think of The Puzzle Ring in particular. Great post.
Thanks for posting the interview and the poems, I really enjoyed them! :)
I also like the second one. And also thanks for posting the interview :)
thanks for posting! I really liked both!
Really interesting post! I loved them x
Sweet. Nice post =) And stopping by from Sat Network. Wee.
Lovely post! I love your blog!
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Great poems! Loved reading them.
VERY cool post :)
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