THE NATURAL WORLD

BLOOD MOON
   
Ripe, you hover
in the closing night.        
Earth’s shadow stalks    
then swallows, bite                     
by blood-orange bite
in the slide and shift of orbit
until, safe from the hungering
beast of prophesy, you
gather your scattered light
in a slow rebirth.
 
 
Bonney Bombach
April 2016



HIGH TIDE WITH BOULEZ 
 
 
You haven’t walked this beach, Pierre!
Perhaps instead some Mediterranean idyll
between mathematics
and music….                                
till now that is,
your scattered light plugged into
my sea-spray ears
 
But see,
white lilies bloom in sand, their
strappy leaves and spidery petals
like you, improvise
 
Hands race over keyboard,
syncopated nods
to Messiaen  and Schoenberg
Your crashing chords and baton beat
animate my seaweed step,
but Maestro, leap fast this octave
before high-tide floods
 
 
Bonney Bombach  
2016



LIKE THIRSTING DOGS
 

Turgid sea
gunmetal sky       
wind enough to topple.
 
Storm threatens
then aims its bite
elsewhere, and we
like thirsting dogs
pant still
 
 
Bonney Bombach
2016



METEOR SHOWER
 

 
 
From patient bed of sand
at sea’s edge 
we scan a sky
extravagant with stars
 
Time stills, our breath
stolen by a hurl of sparks
dashing toward
their earthly death
 
 
Bonney Bombach
2016



SWELTER


Slick  in cleavages
no semblance of civility
this briny substance
staining, stinging
 
A brief reprieve, the
punching sun vanquished
by cloud
I’ll don turquoise and feathers
intone the gods
zigzag through a rain dance
to subdue this swelter 
 
Bonney Bombach
2015