Prehistoric Swamp


within your act of silent meditation
the body taut as drum skins
breath-sounds like cat-paws in the night
but, you are much too silent
you sweat smoke-clouds from your pores
reveal an aura of prehistoric swamp
the coal-green emanations from eyelids
now lizard-like, do not escape my notice
the heat of your breath-turned-fire
penetrates my vision
I no longer see you
now realize a dragon
awaits a time to strike.


Web Design by Douglas Elves. Water reflection photograph by Linda Jennings.
Alison Owen Nicholls
Biography icon
Alison joined the Stroll of Poets' Society in 1992. She has published two collections of poems, "I Can Say I Knew You", and "The Versified Tarot"; a second edition of the latter with illustrations is planned.

In 2001, two of her poems were published in a limited edition, coffee-table book, of twelve art-pieces and twelve poems, "Imaging Time".

A 3rd chapbook collection of poems is also in the works.


POEMS
Poet See Thy Fate
Prehistoric Swamp
For all the Christian Riders
Gargoyles on the House of Stairs
Mayne Island Gift Shop: A Spirit Guide
Global Warning: I
Aurora Borealis
Decision: 1990’s Alberta
The Room
A Poet’s Ally
Jerry Garcia: the Dove, the Hawk and Blue Dragonfly
1963: Grade Five Friend
Thoughts to a Mystery