The Last Big Secret
I'm an English poet.To find out more about me go to http://www.carolinefox.com
The instrument I play is the 'vocabulary' and what a versatile instrument it is.
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Oct. 23rd, 2005 @ 7:46AM
There is an 'otherness' about being a poet. Quite often if I'm asked what I 'do' and I say I'm a poet, people are embarassed and change the subject! Here's a poem about that 'otherness'.
Foreigner
I am not the daughter of cranes and towers
swinging gibbets over muddy estuaries –
not the child who ever sailed
the garbage barges of paranoia.
I do not resemble the perfect rigour
of fame in marble,
or speak the language of black umbrellas.
I must explore the intricate history in a drop of water,
pan it for its worthless nuggets.
I cannot guide you round fountains and plazas,
up broad stone steps to great museums,
I am too distracted by the sound
of winding roots in the dark cool earth;
by butterflies dreaming of past lives.
I have to consider how fragile each day is –
each glass balloon; follow my mother
the ponderous moon, recover the difference
which splits a moment, one from the other.
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Auditioning for Replacements
After a brief romance, Traf and I were seperated for 10 years. This poem reflects on that period.
Collab with Francis Donaghy
Francis incorporated 'Resurrection By Lamplight' and his acoustic guitar, creating a very atmospheric effect.
The Defendant Wishes to...
A set of three poems about recovering from an argument
Resurrection By Lamplight
The proverbial ray of hope ...
Kalahari Orphan
... a desert is full of potential and dormant life
Brink
The White Cliffs - vertigo, suicides and war scars
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