Sea-horse courtship: A Poem: Did you swim side-by-side holding tails, Before wheeling around in a frenzy of pre-dawn waltz—And do the milky white passages of the Hippocampus (For which you are richly named) Hold the blessings of Paschal eggs traded in unison? A poem written on the third day of Passover 2012 (Easter Sunday), following a walk on the beach upon which I came upon a tiny sea-horse covered in salt, & expired, thrown from the waves onto the sand. Holding Tail, Passover 2012, Milky White, Easter Sunday, The Wave, 2012 Easter, Longboat Keys, Poems Written, Mothers Ocean
Jonah poem,continued: Part 2, Judith P. Robertson: "I understand the impulse, I do,/ The voices in my head telling me/ That any smallholding—even one at the end of a winding windpipe/ So black no sky could squeak through,/ then opening up/ To a bright intestinal tract situated some miles out of town,/ (With a bright white door and a baleen stoop/ Marked by clumps of seaweed)—/ Beats a future of dust and gravel,/ Limbs falling and hungry eyes flicking in the rain./
Lightning Over Bloor: "....I had always suspected The poet’s powerful leanings, but now I reckoned How few exchanges we had actually come to know Between pedagogy, providence, and rain...." (Excerpt from poem forthcoming in Academic Matters, Judith P. Robertson, May, 2012.)
Orange Morocco/ Meet me on the terrace/ Of the little cafe in the casbah/ And we will be Moroccans the way/ Matisse saw it/ Building our generous layers of pigment/ Through orange blossom and turmeric/ Three small goldfish and a basket of/ tangerines./ The concrete vitality of image, smell, and colour inspire this poem, in which I imagine an erotic rendezvous with Matisse, who spent many years painting and creating some of his most famous work in Marrakech.