June 9, 2014

Two Poems by David Chorlton

Benson to Paradise
A mesquite wind takes hold
of the swallows looping
behind a barn
and blows clear across miles
of grass and ocotillo
to the mountains
where rain-light alternates with shadows.
At the end of a straight road south
the darkest clouds break open
to let the warm air shine
on rising dust
from farmland balanced
on the hope for rain
as a Northern harrier dips
low enough to chafe
the desert scrub
beside the slow and stony turns
leading into a sheer
grey sheet of sky
with lightning for a guide.

Bats at the Window by David Chorlton

Kitchen Window in the Walker House
Hummingbird traffic is heavy
around the glass feeder suspended
from a wooden arm extending
into sunlight. Beyond it
is the incline with juniper
and alligator bark
ending in branches tangled where the sky
shines between them at the ridge
the deer cross before
they come down, stopping now and then
to look around, across the stubble
and the stones. So many
Magnificents come and return,
a Blue-throat, a doe,
Mexican jays in the broken grass,
and at seven thirty-five
the Elf owl calls
at the onset of that same darkness
miners brought up from the mines
a hundred years ago
when it stuck to their hands
and would not wash away.

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in Manchester, England, and went to live for several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in 1978. Arizona’s landscapes and wildlife have become increasingly important to him and a significant part of his poetry. 

1 comment:

  1. I like your poems and the photo!!! I have lived in New Moston, Manchester for 20 years. Small world? My poems "Transition" and "With this ring..." were uploaded on PRR six days after yours (Michael Holme) I also like wildlife, I am an active RSPCA volunteer. I don't know if this is my second message to you. It went weird.........