Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Kit Kelen - for a field guide to Australian clouds - reading the minds of clouds

reading the minds of clouds

at first ghosts were the only white people
then trousers and everyone could be painted
white – washed up or bandaged
sheets could be hung on a line
a purest flag to fly       so seeming

a few stray lines
blew in            from another work
fleece of the dream you could say
             (how to read it?)

the sun new every day
and hello clouds, this is country
  each shape symbolic of the fight with pillows

air beyond air
past death
the forest of streets
and leading there
see where the poet
cast a bridge into cloud
like a ladder lain flat

and the town turned into traffic
and the cars climbed like this

see where the smog drifted down
and we lay

the smoke will never wake you


  1. I love the humour, the fantasy, the thread of harsh reality that runs through and inside all this! It's both refreshing and "anxiogenic", it's both funny and worrying, and in the end striking!

  2. Yes, I think this one seems quite finished - I wouldn’t change anything. Very powerful and subtle at the same time.

  3. So lucid these cloud poems, so many images to like... especially a ladder cast flat and m.more...
    How about 'fleece of the dream' line just in italics? (what great line and idea :)