return to Allihies

always here
always red
red breast
face to sunset

pebbles on the beach
can choose their colours
for me
it’s memory’s colour

Olivier Bourdelier (1966- )

for my father

wood and meadow
was your books

also on the dresser
the big dictionary

to name exactly
each thing

that mattered you
you well upright
on your two legs

heartily in communion
the church sundays

writing

to denude oneself
of any past
for writng
without luggage

and let the poem
escape from my mouth
only free
of its wings

to tremble stars

there will be only you
to make tremble stars
and invite me to write
what emotion orders

your love draws
my poems fortune
your eyes are enrhyming
in the reverse of my pictures

but I would like for you
any shade in your sleep
and that no sob comes
to extinguish my source of dream

deck-chair

countryside
languishing under the clouds

do you see this sky
given in gift

and this breeze
for any melody

Guénane (1943 – )

Island
let sink the dawn
it does not cost anything

http://guenane.site.voila.fr/

morning

torn night
dawn mask
morning lie

 

morning poem

abandoned
the winter laces

the dawn
undresses in the undergrowth

the drizzle
embroiders new hours

the poet
rummages in the light

Jean-Claude Caer (1952 – )

I remember

a remote beach
the corns, the crested lapwings
my mother’s smile
only lies

Apolline

her song higher
her step in the staircase
and me I fall from my poem