Torremendo

Torremendo

This land is parched
dry sandy soil underfoot
here and there a fig tree
amid row after row of walnut

Lower down the hillside
a small plot
with fifteen pomegranates
heavy with fruit
and the sound of crickets
insistent incessant


Two large hares

lope off into the distance
three hawks circle
above the scrubland

The remains
of a small construction
barely a stone
left upon stone

Here Geronimo
lived and worked
all his life
knew little else

John Lyons

Location

Location

Poetry as an act of location
           an act of placement
the bleak port of Santos
           built on coffee and corruption
or the harbour in Salou
           a catch of sardines
shed unceremoniously
           onto the jetty
leaping metallic muscle
           gleaming in the sunlight

Call it emotional
           cartography
operating within
           the physical register
How delicate a table laid
           for a supper shared
How delicate a thought
           a kiss
a dream come true :
           her beauty baited
with a string of words
           no pain or panic
in our pleasure
           defeated
the tired leopards of the moon
           here was my soil seeded :
here did her petals flourish
           opening out to imbibe
the sweet night-thickened dew
           her courage swollen
to the purpose
           of love’s common limb

Old men now clamber across
           the worn marble steps
ache of ages
           ache of years
a flicker in the failing light
           and then gone
deaf to the soft birdsong
           on the summer air
their swooping swagger caught
           in a swirl of mutinous dust

John Lyons