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poems beginning with D by Jehanne Markham

Poems are catalogued alphabetically. Please select a specific section by clicking on the the alphabet above.

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FEAR OF FALLING
FEBRUARY IS A GREEN MONTH
FRANK SINATRA
FRANK SINATRA DECONSTRUCTED



FEAR OF FALLING

The sea is washing its sheets.
Through closed eyes
I hear the slap and suck
of it beating the fabric of itself,
its elastic wetness
pulsing against the rocks.
Glass that melts
over and over the rocky ledge,
hissing out a lacy frill,
a liquid edge.
Nothing on the surface
but sunlight and the slant of depths.
A rocking horse ocean
rocking the deep.
A sofa without a seat.
If I'm not careful,
I'll fall right through,
knocked out by emerald knuckledusters,
the weight of water,
electric blue.

from Thirty Poems Rough Winds 2004

FEBRUARY IS A GREEN MONTH

February is a green month,
a baby sweetness
about it's bare shoulders.

All the beginnings of hope
in it's clean, spare landscape:
a slight twist of hunger

in it's empty fields,
the enclosed memory of stones.
under the hedge,

a tremble of snowdrops.
Sunlight making a plaid of gold,
wind and smoke.

Ivy shimmies round the hawthorn,
this is happiness,
the smell of earth.

from Thirty Poems Rough Winds 2004

FRANK SINATRA

Frank Sinatra,
the name itself is like a long romance.
The way you sang the words,
Sweet as plums
I wanted to climb inside your mouth.

You could have eaten me right up!
A singing father
with woebegone shoulders,
You made a cordial out of your O's.

If love is some kind of dissolving,
I wanted to melt into the vibrato of your vocal chords,
to be carried, to be carried in your arms.

But there was nobody there,
just the cold linen armchair,
the shiny cover of the long- playing record
and the curious pain of imagined love.

from Thirty Poems Rough Winds 2004

FRANK SINATRA DECONSTRUCTED

Fr-frill, a froth,
Then a short and high, opening out,
A kind of happiness.
Then nk the n mute like a lackey
But the k sharp and explosive.
Sin one syllable, simple,
Red to black.
The middle a is legato
The art of you
And the last tra is feminine and flouncy,
A question mark struck at the heart,

from Thirty Poems Rough Winds 2004

AUGUST

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