James Bell. Two Poems

migration

you must eventually accept there is no word
for goodbye in Swahili
it’s – see you when you return
when you come back one day –
Kenya has touched you
although you must migrate north again
like wildebeest and zebra
who travel in herds with that pull – that flow
man and beast know so well
so deep it is never consciously acknowledged –
in spirit you cross the Mara river
that you wait for as the water drops
and lets you go
…………………….there are no demands
upon you – like the heron that stands
among a clump of reeds
and the water is so low
the crocodile cannot stop you
the hippo has sunk into its own deep pool
go now then return someway somehow
 

pelt

you saw the life go
…………how it eased from the body
……………………when there was still a head

demonstrated how
…………nothing is forever – and always when
……………………caught in carnivore jaws

the pelt is a discarded life
 …………or life has discarded the fur
 ……………………and guts and skeleton it grew

it is grey – dulled – movement now
 …………dictated only by live wind –
……………………has become smaller

 
James Bell has published two poetry collections the just vanished place and fishing for beginners. Born in Scotland he now lives in Brittany where he contributes photography and non-fiction to an English language journal. He continues to publish poetry and short stories on an international basis both online and terrestrially.