lunula

    Staring into a

thumbnail, it looms

like a sun rising

through smog

 

lunula

 

The burgeoning dawn

cloud expansion of a

Nuclear blast

captured and contained

behind a snow-

globe’s glass

 

DB Fishman, 2014




Ducks #*6

   The body of water

cupped in the landscape

facing to the sky

 

And at its centre

feathers folded tight

as an umbilical knot

 

It generates concentric waves

radiating, magnifying

broadcasting

 

DB Fishman, 2014


Three years ago I published 18 Poems About Ducks. It cast the common Wild Mallard as metaphysical, mechanical agents of disruption and sinister machinations – and the ducks have kept coming ever since!




The Estate of

    On the hillside above

My great aunt’s home

Buried in the woodland

A garden grows

Of exotic species

Once part of an estate

For landed gentry’s summering

Its ornate gate

                   still holding fast

 

Fallen to overgrown disrepair

As free as it may run

The landscaped patterning

                  of path and bed

Remain evident

                  directing by origin

Conjuring ghosts of

High-attired gentlefolk

Strolling in their

Afternoon sun

 

And the foreign forms

                repatriated there

And left to fend in

                cold, damp Scottish soil

Together, increasingly

                entangled, bring colour

The bright blooms, wild shapes,

                thorns and fronds

These scions from warmer climes

Prosper

 

DB Fishman, 2014




Overseer

    The man in the moon

Appears to be

                    exhaling

His eyes streaming

As he looks down

                    on a world

That never

                  looks

                                up.


DB Fishman, 2014




Everything was a Long Time ago, Once

    Before history’s wave

Crashed down on us

Dizzying in a riptide

Of backwashed past


    Now everything

Is always

Everything now


    DB Fishman, 2014