Horizon's wall is beaded with a string of golden pearls.
Autumn's grass is dotted with dew drops
As a mountain morn unfurls.
I long to stand tip toe
On a canyon's wide rim,
Reach my hand into the pockets of heaven
That's filled to the brim
With a marmalade sun and a buttermilk sky
While marshmallow clouds
Drift slowly on by.
I'm on top of a mountain
That seems like world's end!
I raise my arms high
And I'm caught by the wind!
I'm rocked and I'm cradled
And I hear lullabies
Fed sweetly on what angels feast upon...
A marmalade sun and a buttermilk sky.
And come a day's end the sun is like
a glaze of honey that coats the sky...
As sun-toasted marshmallow clouds
Drift casually on by...
That marmalade sun and that buttermilk sky.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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