Rosie Schriever - catching dandelion seeds

Shore at sunset

Posted on August 3, 2008 by rosie / 0 Comment

Fire-yellow glints from
rocks submerged at the evening’s edge;
the sun glides recklessly down
towards the water.

Hair falls, alight with gold,
across my face as I bend down
to touch one warm blue stone
and it is smooth, damp,
dark for a soul’s balm,
velvety like a lover.

Now kneeling on a flat rock,
I dangle my fingers into a wave’s lip
and as I wait,
the heat slips naked into the water.

The rocks, the ocean’s open face,
they know no edge.
The sun sets on this picture.

poetry

A burden shared is a burden halved

Posted on July 27, 2008 by rosie / 0 Comment

On a lonely knoll, a gnarly tree
covered in lichen, languished
until a troll, with gra’zed knee
beneath it collapsed in anguish.
Then from the troll, “I’m at my end!”
and from the tree, “Dear God, a friend!”
…The troll got up, the tree grew straight
and they have been having good times of late.

poetry

Beneath blankets

Posted on July 20, 2008 by rosie / 0 Comment

In the middle of the night,
things find you.

A long way away, a dog’s bark,
like a long muffled clap.

The creak of a tree outside the bedroom
window where you lie.

Moonlight, through a curtain’s crack,
dividing your bookcase in two.

A lone spider spinning
her silken web across this silver sliver.

Slipping from your fingertips in the dark,
the weathered outline of an old favourite book.

Closing eyes, hair rustling softly,
you roll into the beginning of a dream.

Then your own breath in time,
your own unadorned chest,
just rising and falling,
rising and falling.

poetry

when all the snow melts

Posted on July 19, 2008 by rosie / 0 Comment

three haiku

when all the snow melts
the highlights on the mountain
fade back to grey

now from where I stand
the eagle with the wedged tail
turns back to rock

winter is dying
so is the last shred of hope
fading from my heart

reworked by composer karlin love in “winter eagle” as part of “three bird songs” 2009