The iris climbed its stalk—it took a day or two
In the first light, golden freesias
The last blue starfish climbed Mount Fuji
Waving aside all offers of help
Beads shivered as it went, then fell
Mary Cresswell is from Los Angeles and lives on the coast north of Wellington, New Zealand. Her second book, Trace Fossils, has just completed its own pilgrimage and will be published by Steele Roberts Ltd (Wellington) early in 2011.
Cresswell writes: “Three fragments which got nowhere on their own—an experiment towards Emily Dickinson’s diction; a cat-assisted meditation watching colour appear at dawn; finally some weird echinoderm Zen, since I am profoundly fascinated by the blue starfish you see in the tropics. They got together by accident while I was reorganising stuff—then they worked together. Maybe it’s the colours?”
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