My name is Leah. I live and write in Wellington, New Zealand. Welcome!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday Poem: 'The Conversationist At Night' by Patricia Caspers

In the insomniac hours
she hears the incantations
of seers and shamans,
and listens like a child
at her parents’ bedroom door,
but their voices are shuttered
as if from the underside
of her pillow or through
the slow fog of another
universe where the spectacled
cormorant still dries its feathers
on unmined rocks
by a sea so clean
he can see through his own black
reflection to the passing
sweet eel—maybe
his afternoon catch—
all the way to the sand-
cradled bottom,
where he will dive, finally,
pulling her under.



Patricia Caspers is the poetry editor for Prick of the Spindle. Her poetry was published most recently in Ploughshares, and she writes a weekly blog post about women and poetry for Ploughshares. She lives in Massachusetts with her family and teaches writing at Worcester State University. www.patriciacaspers.blogspot.com

1 comment:

  1. Really like this, Leah--I think the little touch of surreal added to the real "makes" it.:)

    ReplyDelete