Canticle for Charlotte
Drink our planet, knowing the
sovereignty of salt water. Let
the raindrops of night become
the raindrops of day, until
winter emerges from the heavens.
The soul of a minke whale,
its warmth in serene water,
sings daylight sings innocence, a
classic forgetfulness merging
with the serenity of what is
inevitable, what is good. When
a whale offers you its moment,
rest, believe in the calmness of
spun fragments rarer than voice.
Canticle for Jemma
Fly—your heart begins in a smile
caught in oneness beyond language.
As you graduate into knowing
green stemmed blossoms nourish you,
treat you to a nectar of self that forms
part of an answer; — a soft, living truth,
a delight, a harmony powerful,
a best sky. As you read this, let
your inner flowers be electric until
they feather into birds. Metamorphose
with a veil winged to nothing, a light
that sees you wait as a future
coalesces with hope, gives you a walk
into flight from blessing to dream.
Canticle for Samantha
The bird perches on the edge
of the rainbow. It absorbs colours,
then flies to a sky warm with
the sides of adventure. An
eternal melody is being composed,
without contradiction & sadness.
Sing, Sam, know angels are giving
you innate accomplishment &
grace. No-one can mirror you—
planes fly, ships sail, but you are
home in an ethereal house, with
ever gently opening sacred doors.
Photography © Allison Goldin
Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke resides in Townsville, Australia. He is currently working on a new and selected poems, The Incompleat Poetries. If Michael could have just one wish, he would give the wish away.
Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
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