Creative Writing: Five Glasgow Tanka
| 12 Dec 2006
How wonderful – snow
bright and short-lived descending
with equal magic
on the couple from Iran
and our wide-eyed one year old.
*
The ice cube explodes
in my glass of grain whisky
as ice sheets dissolve
under the polar bear's feet
and I sit twiddling thumbs.
*
Savour of hotdog
and overhanging bosom
and raw woody ink –
circles in the inferno
of this bookless passenger.
*
When after an hour
you appear in low-key style
between the butcher's
and the green neon bar sign
my heart empties like a vault.
*
In the gilded hall
I shuck my specs to avoid
the meaningless shit
on the lecture screen, these blank
and eloquent marble eyes.
bright and short-lived descending
with equal magic
on the couple from Iran
and our wide-eyed one year old.
*
The ice cube explodes
in my glass of grain whisky
as ice sheets dissolve
under the polar bear's feet
and I sit twiddling thumbs.
*
Savour of hotdog
and overhanging bosom
and raw woody ink –
circles in the inferno
of this bookless passenger.
*
When after an hour
you appear in low-key style
between the butcher's
and the green neon bar sign
my heart empties like a vault.
*
In the gilded hall
I shuck my specs to avoid
the meaningless shit
on the lecture screen, these blank
and eloquent marble eyes.