Welsh-flecked
‘Romance’
In the laughing house
strewn in the plum dappled
peach tricking meadow,
A thicket of blackberried
hummingbirds steal my form.
That I may gaze through the
fawn breast light
at the glimmers of hyacinth hair
and the ripple of your farm hued
body sawing and bailing, in
briny brilliantine hallow.
Till ash evening
falls and I return to the
dragonfly blight in
the onyx ribboned hills
that fill me with the
quarry of your absence
tracing unkissed lips, pale
in the time skewered dusk.
About Me
- Constance Stadler
- Twenty years ago I was a 'force' on the NYC poetry scene. Edited 'South and West' and several other journals, published over two hundred and fifty poems with a total of 40+ over the last five months. HD Slammer at 'Blue Note', 'Bitter End' all the major haunts. A book offer was unfulfilled when I decided to pursue my doctoral dissertation, doing six years of field work in Morocco. While I have been writing and publishing throughout my life. The single greatest reason for my return to poetry as a life force is the amazing poet that is Antony Hitchin, who 'found' me again and then well, Hell's a poppin! I am an only child, my parents and late husband all lost to cancer. We did not have children as we thought we had time... Now poetry is my child and I count the legendary Duane Locke, Felino Soriano and Petra Whitely as friends and brilliant poets. Pablo Vision and Chris Nosnibor kick some serious ass with a plume as well. Influences? Eliot, Poe, Thomas, Neruda, Lorde, Brooks, Hooks, Baudelaire and brethren, Akhmatova and her crowd. I could SO go on. My work is largely metaphysical existentialism (you figure it out). More to come...
1 comment:
Wow... this is fantastic! Perfectly said.... Now I want to go through your blog and read everything.
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