none-the-wiser by sunrise

poem from March

Back in March I jumped in a van with my crazy, wonderful friends, and we headed to the country to make art, talk to horses and sleep under the stars. Here is a poem I wrote the next morning as the autumn sun warmed our bodies.

If you struggle to read my handwriting it says:

paintbrushes and dewy grass
muses become voodoo dolls
two wild women picked me up from my day job Friday afternoon
peacock feathers parading to the van, pit stop for Aldi wine
over the hills and far away
we head to the farm to make art and pat horses
”there is an eclipse” one tells me.
”I have a hammock!” the other exclaims.
Her radishes are growing, but the land doesn’t care we are there.
Wild skies and lemongrass insect repellant.
Young magic evolves into the perpetual question of purpose.
Full moon gives us no blessing and we are none-the-wiser by sunrise.

PS
These are all the topics I attempted to write about tonight before I settled on this:
- ice caves in Japan,
- the fun stuff I did this weekend,
- Ignatius J Reilly,
- the recent Aussie election and how voting is so much better down under compared to the US.

From 7pm when I got home I struggled to pick a topic and make anything coherent with it. As a last resort I went to the poetry archives. I don’t think the above is my best poem at all, but $5 says readers will like it because it is short, bahahah.

It was a special night though, with gorgeous women and stunning scenery… everything required to write a good poem. ;)