|
The Temperature of Actresses
after Tran Anh Hung
We emptied mosquito nets
of the morning air,
or simply took them off her
How strange this scene would tell
if we took its colour in a picture
The white lie
of its colour and form
as the orange string curtains just happened
to lift with the wind
between the conversation.
We are simply human fires
She talked of the face
the expressions, the taste especially,
smoking cigarettes and the smouldering talk
of art and passions. The reaction
of warmth to rain.
Where to place
the constellation of our life?
She used the word prayer, because it’s restful. Think
the cool, damp architecture of religions,
the beauty left,
A soft word
in a sure sentence,
The sexuality of fainting.
|
|
|
Luke Beesley is an emerging writer of poetry and fiction. His recent poetry can be found in The Australian Book Review, Southerly & PaperTiger. He is currently writing his first book-length manuscript of poetry, for which he was awarded an Arts Queensland major grant. He lives in Red Hill, Brisbane.
Email:
drinkingfrompuddles@yahoo.co.uk
|
|
