The Enchanted Mill

My thanks to De Waal Venter for allowing me to feature his amazing poetry here at The Enchanted Mill. 

Musing Inuk

 The bergs look limp

to me nowaseasons,

I shouldn't read

National Geographic,

that once was a tree

now covered in blinding shots

of glaciers gliding all the more

readily

sweating in the gloaming -

a new word I coined

for global warming.

 

I don't need to read

journalistic twilight musings,

I can see when a bear

is panting to death,

I can see the whales flail

in the a-krillic blue sea,

I know the götterdämmerung

is going to be a hot event

Inuitively.

 

© De Waal Venter

 

 

 

Touching 6 years of being human

 

I last-touch

the tiny giggle

of the hand that carelessly lets go

a moment of a horizon-less lifetime.

 

And she lifts her head

encoppered curly hair

framing the face

that uncle Chagall will want to possess on canvas,

Raphael will woo with the charm of a Reborn man,

Renoir will gently daub in moving light.

 

I take away the giggle

and delicately arrange a small place

for it to nestle off to sleep

among the most gentle, manly words

I can release from my heart.

 

© De Waal Venter