poetry pRO
Maggie Butt
Translation Café 230 (interview p47)
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Shortlands Poetry Circle 11th, (online) 17th, 25th; KNW Stanza 19th; RSA 24th
see/hear: YouTube, – Maggie Sawkins reading her poem The Cord
on this surface
where a Painted Lady hitches her skirts and a lift
on a rig with bleached red sails hauled in by this man
whose skin is so leathered it’s parchment
yet this space is blank
as nothing happens
while he’s splicing the mainstay and layering a line,
it’s another patchwork day on which sunlight gleams
incidentally, the wind veers, plays hide-and-see games
in the man’s sea-staring eyes while this Painted Lady
suns herself on his white mast
this space is blank
as nothing happens
while something might lie coiled under his spent gaze
until this Painted Lady preens her antennae
and the poet of many seascapes experience
loosens his hold and the sail flaps again
the boom swings the sheet slips through his fingers
while nothing happens
on the surface
he slides into the wave and in a filmy fluster
surmises something in the acute angle of sunlight
the Painted Lady’s opulence is tattered
and nothing happen
on this surface
and while she twitches her flimsy petticoats and lifts
the keel rightens he thinks it’s possible to surface
it’s hard to climb back aboard get his hands on the sheet
check his postion search for the Painted Lady
while on this surface
nothing happens
the skipper dances over the waves
her angle tilted
no correction made
and nothing is happening