I dedicate this poem to Ben Gieske as he used the
sun as a stalker in one of his poems. It gave me a
shock because of a heatwave in 2009 in S.A. where
many people lost their lives and our morgue was
overflowing. My sympathies go out to other people
in countries who have suffered because of climate
change. Going to the beach is not the answer as my
children developed sun stroke while swimming. Ben
has kindly given me permission to use the stalker
metaphor and thank you Ben and, as mentioned
before, you are a true gentleman.
You are the outrageous red umbrella
sunk in fool’s perilous yellow quicksand.
Gulls lean cries to the tide’s futile freeze-off
as I test the brine of my body’s bake.
Blue bottles hide in snide-sultry shallows
a sting away from bare-terror toes as
undercurrents tug-of-war surrender~
I am the thumps of lorikeet's pink breast
plastered with lumps of ghostly-white sunscreen;
the orange sun hat clutching my scorched head
as crawling spots now cancer-eat my cheeks.
My strained eyes peer as I sear from sand's bites
with death's daze of driftwood’s grotesque figures
dragged into sea by wild and wilful waves~
Once my scarlet lover you fully fuelled
my spirit, I swam with you, as you cooled
the thirst of Sturt Desert Pea’s red flowers
etched on my swimsuit, as soft Kangaroo
Paw flowers floated in your waiting warmth,
my calm arms breast stroking for you, with you.
Now you are hell’s fire, the older we are
the sooner we die, for you - the sun
Karin Anderson © 2010
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Music by Giovani Marradi
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