Heavy
Cold
There are razors
white laced
slicing up
tomato soup in a gulp.
There are thick
whirlpools of glue
stirring up in
deep raw bubbling pits.
There are
streaky nitric burns deep
burrowing into
lake rusty whites
There are senses
hung in acid glow
tissue suspended
in a film of moment
and I blow my
gurgling nose flute
in a trumpet of
anaemic yellow.
- Martin Jervis 2012
Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, a great deity cast a line,
Caught word made flesh, created and
Saved all creatures earth bound passage.
Oxygen made if not discovered, chemical
Process plus hydrogen two equals water. Out
Of the primordial soup crawled warm food,
Multiplication and various diets, first cause.
Warmth sucked out, cold imports rushed in
To carve ice statues, misplaced sun, hard
Water kills all tongues. Holy Spirit, Paraclete,
Consoler, Comforter, Jehovah, Spirit of Truth,
Dove, you killed them all, distraught, learned
Complexities of death of creation and creation
Of death, replenish that blue earth, sow seeds.
All things reproduced, land and sea, walked
And swam, tiniest microbe to largest whale,
Fauna, flora, special places beneath the
Corrected sun, left in the hands of Zamiel,
Beelzebub, Sammael, Belial, Lucifer,
Ahrimanes, Mephistopheles, he swore
Never to return to that spinning sphere.
- Martin Jervis 2012
Martin Jervis lives in Leeds, England. His poetry has
been published in the UK, the United States, Canada, Australia, India and
Europe. Spends part of the year in India and has written a series of poems with
an Indian theme. Some of his poetry has been translated into Spanish and German.
He has also travelled extensively and has a Masters degree in
Literature. E-book The Citron House was published in 2007
by White Leaf Press, UK.
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