The Magellanic Clouds

by Diane Wakowski

poetry

Genres: Poetry

Paperback

First published October 10, 1975

Reviews

[Steven Godin · Rating 4 out of 5]

The photographic plate is blurred.
That blurry area
is where you laughed and
breathed on the plate; lizard skinned
prickly pears roll out of your mouth; a purple bird
twists your tongue with his beak
and crazy cactus leaves of love pin you luckily to
one man;
you have a mouthful of stars when you laugh
and you fall over the milky way at your feet.
Next door the Megellanic Clouds swirl
and try to force themselves into your paintings
but you are too happy painting
little hearts and big hearts and sticking them
all over you husband
who is a river washing silver fish over you in the dark.

[Emily Cousens · Rating 4 out of 5]

dreamy