Forest Feline. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

forest feline fir purring
    dusks dawns this wastrel man his vagrant days that like tattered rags clothe his face as autumn leaves fall we walk together now to listen talk where both our persons are now diminished before the tempest of ice
& fire consumes us once more but soft ye now I will feed you with my blood let me breathe your music as my words already bawdy in the day with the pantomime we play on this our funeral day – hooray
    i care not for the molecules of kings nor the stratagem of regimes where we walk diminished in our pain
& yet I say we will regain & you
    will come again jaguar moon forest feline purring your dawn dusk’s born hawthorn & the rowan the red berries growing a van flashes by our simulacra i have nothing to offer you but my blood in your music
beyond our most unreasonable crime (before the human territorial voice in) invades & after the sun shines it’s sudden shine our end begins
    as I stumble through the straw but this is beech place not pine though i guess it’s the same decline
in the end & the skyline rang out release me


Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at his publications include
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
You may visit Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)