Friday, December 16, 2016

Maize Series Poem 9 (1-11)

Multicoloured Maize

I am part of a new group
of nameless, faceless people,
a usually invisible family of misfits,
a cog in the machine.

Blue Maize

I don’t ever quit, even in the hot sun,
even if it pours sheets of rain in the autumn,
even if I fall in the winter;
I am your witness, with a bird’s eye view.

Maple Tree Angel

I lift the curse off you
from rising in the dead of night
to carry out a long arduous task
that on some days seems occult.