Rodney Purvis: Poetess Meets Poet
Poetess Meets Poet
They met as I recall,
At one of the better gatherings of the arty set.
The pictures on the wall
Were fair to middling; shiraz flowed, champagne was bubbling. Stuffed olives circulated on a platter.
And as at all such happenings after the speeches,
Art went second fiddling.
The pictures ceased to matter:
Obscured beyond the cigarette smoke and the social chatter.
The next day for three hours,
They passed their souls’ calligraphy
Across the table of an eating house in Gertrude Street—
For prearranged they’d brought their recent work.
Here, small bright coloured cups
Of coffee in the Macedonian style
Clinked upon the marble table-tops.
They sipped liqueurs, clear, viscous and astringent
That left their fingers sticky, and the sun
Striking the glasses’ finger-printed sides,
Spun spectrums through the smears and globules.
Cigarettes spilled amongst the manuscripts.
They were fanatic in each other’s praise.
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