HOW COLONIAL LOVE TOOK STRAIN



“She used to point to it, and say,
‘This thing
happening again, but you get use to it after
the first three four times. Is a damn nuisance
though
’.”
    – VSN, Miguel Street (1971)
                                                                                     

                                                                                                                                   
While her parents gathered first thoughts
what
‘hegemony’ means, Evelin A. would check
the public library . take out / Who am I here?  How
 do I prosper? / the Jane Austen accounts.
*Most
 actors failed her ‘dinner
conversation’ | belly goats did not presume moves
fast forward on young grass
.

For neighbour Ramoo J. looking work / “No money,
No love” top literacy / liquor rafting made him
half
the man.

Our village romancier could show you virtue
drawings from the days : uniform school girls
cycle
home as corks in long pants pop; Letts
diary
secrets – public kissing limited to the zoo.

                                        +

 

Until ‘Country ‘n’ West’ radio waves hit estate
fellas hadn’t
a clue | match handlers picked cane
field
flower, water lily vice.
                                                          *We couldn’t wait
for cymbals ‘n’ blessings to end . get up ‘n’ out of hot
satin bridal covers. La Parfaite Harmonie.

                                        +    

                  Finger letting Mozart . our Austen guide
girl practiced scales, glissando island exits.

                      *Over There her first . double deck, knight
shivers / NO, Oh yes yes yes / prompted blue Par
Avions
back for church steps, paling chat.

                                         What happening there, Hat?
calls, ciel à côte .
W.W.

         

 

 


WILDROSE SPROUTS ACORN

 

             This vine, plaiting itself into the trunk
             of an oak in the hope of adding
             its thorn strength to the tree’s empire
            (or tree’s strength to its own empire)
             so surrenders its roses
             its stem’s fibre, its seed’s pattern of fire.

 

            (from “Fabula Rasa” by Brian Chan, 1994)

 

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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