Siona Dunn from Filecchio and her poetry first appeared on barganews back in February of this year with a poem entitled ” Go right, no, left at the crossroads near the park ” – Follow the sign to the village past ours | Turn into the lay-by opposite the bar | Then you’ll be on foot |There’s normally a pack of dogs on the road | But they only attack strangers… more of that poem here but this week she has sent into the office of barganews a new piece of work – short but sharp, this time entitled ” so he knows this girl see”.
We also have a newcomer to poetry on barganews – Roger Liggett we has sent us two short poems, “The Duomo” and “Evening Church”
And finally, a chance to read again the last poem from the barganews poet in residence, Kerry.
We have already published this last month but make no excuses now for putting it up on the front page once more. Her poem is called “Leaving”
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So he knows this girl see
so he knows this girl see she’s blonde she’s young
she’s going to lunch at his to smoke drink pick at lasagne
left over from the birthday party to pace between
door post and bed post as she does in rooms with men
since washing up in this someplace quite unknown in
this shuttered town in a tartan skirt baring legs
and arms red crossed with regrets
he wants to show with words see to tease the knots from
her days how he understands her after all his years on
the planet he’s not like others who swarm till the lights dim
Siona Dunn
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The Duomo
The blind church
buttress balanced on
quaking hill
fingers the wind
with tall cypresses
and opens a small mouth
to it’s birthplace
in the marble mountains
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Evening Church
The Carrara light
bathes the church
as it chases
the apricot orchards
and flowered courtyards
down the hill
at the end of the day.
Shadows swing through
the square
as the old lady
weeps for her dog
and the lizards scales
shine in the light
from the hills.
A baby learns the word for bread
as swifts slice
distant thunder heads.
And you
quickly stake and stalk the church
with your tiny
box of shadows
and are gone
Roger Liggett
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Leaving
Be Gone
You have no power here
All warm glow and gold
Your beauty
Leaves me cold
This year
Fallen to
Temptation
to become attached
This time
I know what came before
But when finally
You turn to leave
I am left
Bereft
Kerry
I’m delighted to share this space with Siona Dunn’s poetry. This latest poem’s provocative imagery builds beautifully in pace and rhythm at every rereading, which I am compelled to do, and I relish it more each time.
Roger Liggett’s poems, wonderfully motion and atmospherically driven, present powerful, evocative imagery with which we can all identify.
I’m honored to be included here with these gifted poets. Thanks ed.
Kerry
Thank you Kerry. I too am honoured to appear with you and by the gift of your comments.
Thanks Siona. Your work is very keen. (NO pun intended) And thanks for the spellcheck ed. ; )