Poems - JP Melville

How Other Would I Love You Fi jan 2020 jp melville Ears perked, the wild calls Never heard behind our concrete walls The pacing takes your beast only back To metal bars, to retrace your track. You gad without aim relentlessly Spurred forward by muscle With endless pent energy Tingling across cell walls. A tail flits sideways and then up To balance each step restrained Neck slung low, watching Carrying each pad silently, alert, ahead. You peer forward then to the side Dark ebony liquid eyes glistening Beckoning preternaturally beyond where there's no understanding yet Searching for a feeling. Your breath comes measured Moist nostrils flare slowly, chest swells Breathing deeply gently fall away, easy Calming nerves of steel. Then the gloss black brown of your oiled flank Swims before my eyes as you turn away to repeat the endless cycle of your hunt, Disappearing in your caged darkness, Blood pounds coursing thr

I Met You 2020 jp melville I met you upon a platform nowhere here one day… Neither yours nor my train nor station But there I you we were was… On platforms not of our own making. Hey: This aft about 2 good. You choose spot. I am mobile so wherever. “Little Victories,” you wrote… That those v’s would grow so, oh… Even with the white boys golfing on land claimed by others… Oh… indigenous people’s day… You said, “Buzzkill”. I said, “I am indigenous”. Both of us knowing that neither of us right or wrong: Both born on and in and through the land that gave us citizenship… That in any other language gave us native ethnic rooted rights… For I am not a colour Nor are you a history We are the child born… So we put aside our victories… Over each other… pale limpid constructs that they are… Those we have won and those for which we or others fight… I you we are not an ideology… God knows that love is

I Struggle to Come to Right 2020 jp I struggle to come to right To confront and own Fears, force, passion To care about right things. A resilient life. Endure adversity. Wisdom in practice. Ambiguity and uncertainty. To journey home. To come to right.

  After The Fields 2021 jp melville Cold... Quiet... Bright yellow fungus on balsam logs Wolf scat with feathers Deer droppings fresh Brown water from beaver dam  overlying pond ice Forest leaves scattered flat  everywhere waiting for winter's blanket No snow to cover them all Dark now... Quieter... Wind whispers secrets around the cabin logs...