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Two poems about Mary Palmer

                     For Mary

                          by Jay Ramsay

 

Lawned paths above a sparkling clear river

overhanging branches: this is where you are now

and where you can wander as far as you want

with no one else around.

 

All quiet healing green.

 

Dear friend without a body

as youthful and alive as you ever were

with your trim hot figure, only four days gone –

 

and suddenly as we talk, you tell me

 

something so electrifyingly true

it lodges and fizzes inside my belly …

but lie still as I might

I can't quite hold the words you say

as I fall asleep again

                                and maybe

only the awakening itself matters

dissolving inside, from where your dream is real

safe as you are now as if among those trees

we gazed out into beyond the glass

the lawns leading to depth upon depth of green

and to this dream inside a dream.

18 June 2009

 For Mary Palmer

      by  Yvonne Orengo

(a former student of Mary's)

You move

between

us gently

 

birdlike,

watch our silent scratching

 

heads

bent, intent

 

scraping for

words

 

like

fragrant seeds, you treasure

 

our

hatched offerings, ungainly strides,

 

pick

between the dust small jewels

 

and place

them, delicate as a breeze,

 

in full

sun

 

you smile

 

 

wistful curious

 

your own

bold passions hidden

 

breaking on

 

Iona’s far shores

 

like torn

flesh, gashed pages of

 

light and

shadow, scored by senses

 

wild,

unbroken dreams

 

splinters

of faith and fury

 

you sing

 

windswept

landscapes

 

red and silver

and gold

 

amber

leaves on birch

 

silken

forests of hanging larch

 

curtained

by mists, a piebald mare

 

nostrils

steaming, stamps her hooves

 

the frosted

earth

 

echoes on

the wind

 

your

burnished lament

June 2009