In Sardinia

Sams_photo_of_mandyby Mandy Macdonald29 Aug 2014

I
let me know when you find
the right moment to
speak
your mouth is brown & black & blue-
grey pebbles of silence
hard as boiled sweets
hostile as the inarticulate cliffs lined up
like crested iguanas
as you go northward
through sheep and poverty

no-one gets much reward here. you take
what comes, without comment or complaint.
these rifted rocks are hardly
eloquent
but what if they split
violent volcanic
hurl sparks spit boulders
ignite again
the glaciated desire
that might have flowed like magma in our limbs
the day before yesterday
and now lies sleeping
softly, softly lies sleeping

II
words and music
tick & drip of time passing eroding
precisely
cliffs and columns, pink
and yellow plaster
love affairs
white & rose & russet
marble stratified
above the beach we swam at

in the inn where we ate
zuppa inglese the night we arrived
a caged goldfinch hops
bright pendulum
from end to end of one foot by two
of plaited wire
but doesn’t sing

the hills rise up in me
bile and honey
liven this parched land into
gnarled vines flowing
breaking like surf

III
dionysus took ship
could’ve been from here
somewhere in these rocks
there are words
but you have to hunt
for the fracture