The Hawk Library 2:05pm
A Sheath of Silver
above Her Head
She lays below
Her Hair
painted through Her Tresses
bare —
She holds Her Secret
to Her Chest
*painted by Sir Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Portico 4:57pm
EYE will not be contained
by a cottage studio
where EYE write or paint
the fog tumbling in
like the meringue
EYE fold
into MEYE Bread Pudding
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:25am
My Brother’s Room
on McNutt Island
was paneled in knotty pine
stained an olive green
wherein He saw
knots shaped like Lurid Faces
& crossed Them over
with masking tape
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
My Orange Macro-me knitting bag
has Mylar sparkles & a lining
the colour of Flaming June’s dress
My Knitting Stitch is the colour
of drying blood
60 stitches wide by 22* rows
I am creating
The Swath
of My Endometrium
–
*lie
The Hawk Deck 10:56am
I was going to write
a poem about knitting
on My Lap
with laundry on the line
but then I had to shower
& get dressed
in flaming orange
with plastic orange beads
galactic earrings
& My Heavy Crystal
Question Mark Ring
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:49pm
A Rose is like a Galaxy —
Its spiralling petals full
turning into A Nebula
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:08pm
The Sky looks like Jupiter
& I have dined
on bread pudding
& whipped cream
summer rains
accompanied the return
of Eliza’s prom dress
layered in Silver sequins
& rented for the second time
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:18am
The Sky is heavenly this morning
with subtle streaks of sun rays
shining down in broken lines
of Silver on The Sea
–
When next I looked
the clouds had shifted
allowing Sun
to bathe the water
in glimmering shimmer
and to bathe My Heart
in Star Light
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am
After a dessert plate was forked clean
a waggle of the tongue
sent Me on the run
& My Over-cooked Strawberries
were the very
colour
