four poems in three minutes
Just a bit of fun! Here are four poems put together for a three minute slot at Word Central at Central Library in 2023. The fourth poem is one of my favourites - 'My Poet's Boots'.
I’m stepping into my Poet’s Boots.
I stand on earth thick
with pungent words.
My soil.
Mycelium beneath
burgeoning my soul’s fungi
in the ripe musk.
I reach down to the grist,
grasping my very roots,
stomping in my Poet’s Boots
when it hurts.
That pull. The bards
down ancient line
who sang by tribal fire & moon;
up it comes their call
through cordage wound from salt and verse;
through teeming ground, the primal pulse;
throbbing in my Poet’s Boots.
Up it shoots
the burst the rise
to reindeer ride the magic mushrooms of my mind
my fly my Northern Lights my arms flung out
to spout and sprout poetic fruits!
This is what I was born for!
To stand soul-wide
in my Poet’s Boots!
