everyone knows
Everyone knows it's unsettling
yellow blooms in a tall blue glass
chimes ringing under twisted trees
...
the death of love
Right off, we knew it was precarious:
two families torn apart for years.
...
city song
called to a thousand times I never looked back
made my way to the unreal city
...
secret concert
Barefoot, we follow the shore,
fine sand burnishing feet,
...
courtesan (from the floating world)
Blue blue grass lines the river bank
wild wild willows overfill the tangled garden
...
you have a right
You have a right to carnations,
the flowers of god.
...
days go by
when I lose hold of wonder
when last night's quarrel
or fresh reported slaughters
...
Nan Williamson is an artist, teacher, and poet, a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and The League of Canadian Poets. Her poems have been published in numerous poetry anthologies and literary journals in Canada and the U.K. Her chapbook leave the door open for the moon was published by Jackson Creek Press,2015. As well as poetry and art, she loves red wine, chocolate, her 1870 home, and Rod’s veal stew with black olives.)
Everyone Knows
everyone knows
Everyone knows it's unsettling
yellow blooms in a tall blue glass
chimes ringing under twisted trees
nine golden elephants ears silver-tipped
keep time with swinging trunks
under a moon edged in green
a rough-tongued gargoyle mutters low
no clowns allowed
but the nude in the doorway
smuggles them in disguised
as peddlers offering blue apples
you see their footprints in the dust
no one plays the piano
the nude licks her lips
tips her flute to the sky
nine clowns shuffle
flat feet in a slow motion dance
under midnight chandeliers
smoothed by long fingers your eyelids
grow heavy a violet voice
punctuates the dark sky chants for elephants
clowns fools and the tall black man
juggles his torches in time with the flute
everyone knows the best dreams slip in as clouds