Can I help it if this is getting embarrassing??!! :)) You know how it is... some people's words just cause images and pictures to spring up which then won't be denied until given some form of expression - no matter how feeble. What can I say? My thanks (or apologies!) therefore, again to the Big A, and to Maria.... And I am just off to Cardiff to see The Rolling Stones on their Bigger Bang tour... in the hope that Keith Richards has not fallen out of his poetic tree again! :)) I know, it's only Rockn'Roll - but I LIKE it!! Katchyalader Kate xx

A HARVEST OF LIGHT

“Dynamic lines that… capture beautifully the sense of velvet telepathy and silken revelation that lovers of the poetic word sometimes experience in the embrace of a voice both on the page and off.”

Aberjhani on Maria Lupinacci’s Morphology by Reading


The atmosphere is always strange,
in curious state of waiting:

the foliage gives off scent that is
more than ink on paper,
more than fine veins
imprinting consciousness.

The poem’s outline’s like a field,
its contents like the life of seed,
springing fresh upon the eyes and mind.

Words take root, prod fertile perceptive soils,
piercing soft blades into soul.

Understanding, like velvet hairs on a peach,
thistledowns a thought and coats a husky heart;
loose tendrils unfurl tentative fingers,
coiling about a person’s fretwork,
leaning and clinging like skin.

In stillness is the fruit enjoyed,
harvested by eyes, or picked by ears;
succulent to the taste and satisfying.

The poetry lover is evergreen,
never shedding a leaf
but resting and nesting in heavy boughs,
the canopies of words.