CLOUDSCAPE
Unpredictable as my sister’s shadowed face
the clouds are playing house again
building castles for giants;
there’s a beach framed by mansions
of extraordinary beauty the sun plays hide and seek
among Roman villas in terminal decline
and the giants are planning a ball –
soon the great yachts and cruise-ships will come
dispense their passengers at the doors
of these dream palaces
although the coastline has already moved crab-ways
into new countries new continents;
oceans puff and fill
perhaps dragons are stirring underneath
as we enter a world wrapped by Christo,
(to this day I have a small fragment of cloth
clipped from the Pont Neuf) But look!
the cloudsea is no longer calm
the tumbler of gin in my sister’s hand
clicks its castanets of ice;
our pilot acknowledges turbulence;
the plane begins its slow measured descent
First published in ARTEMISpoetry
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Caroline Carver is a poet and promoter of poetry and poetry events, especially in Cornwall. She started her conscious life in Bermuda and Jamaica, came back to school in England, and then moved to Canada. She now lives in Cornwall, rummaging through the memory bank as she writes. She’s a National Prize winner, poet-in-residence at Trebah Gardens, a Hawthornden Fellow, and has published three poetry collections. See more of her work at: http://www.poetrypf.co.uk/carolinecarverpage.html
photo credit: Lyn Moir
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