I want to write a poem that’s a meal for
the hungry while constricting throats of
those who grab more than they can use.
I want to write a sharp-toothed poem that
can’t be muzzled, a poem that’s a balm
to the powerless, a bomb to warmongers.
I want to write a poem that frees dazed
slaves as it relegates troublesome gods
to knickknack shelves to gather dust.
I want to write a poem persistent as
dandelion that likewise has medicinal
properties and brightens earth.
I want to write a poem that leaves home
empty-handed but can make its way
wherever it happens to land.
I want to write a poem that’s solar-
powered as it swiftly slithers through
leaves of grass.
I want to write a poem that feels at home
in virgin forest and allows the ancient
ones to share their forbearance.
I want to write a poem without ambition
that falls from the tree because it is ripe,
in tune with Ma Nature’s agenda.
I want to write a spry poem that can hop
an electric fence to get where it needs to
go on a frosty morning.
I want to write a poem that, once born,
is neither complacent nor afraid
to take a side.
I want to write a secret poem that,
carefully folded, fits inside the secret
pocket of your favourite bag.
I want to write a poem that loves
what is, does not fear death but
may have more to say hereafter.
I want to write a poem without any
packaging that requires disposal in
some distant or non-existent state.
I want to write a poem welcome
in your bed, touching you just how
you’ve needed to be touched.
I want to write a poem with a sweet
aftertaste. Let’s say rosewater
I want to write a poem that finally
floods and carries the leaf of your life
to the forgotten island of Renewal.
Allan Lake, originally of Saskatoon, Canada, has lived in Vancouver, Cape Breton Island, Ibiza, Tasmania and Melbourne. Lake has won Lost Tower Publications (UK) Comp, Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Festival & ELwood Poetry Comp. Latest poetry chapbook (Ginninderra Press) ‘My Photos of Sicily’.