THREE POEMS

by Trevor Landers

 

THE DISAPPEARING ROMANIAN

  somewhere, there is a woman on a train
      hurtling towards the garden city in the middle
   of the black night, smoky and ashen across the
      remnant plains of Romania, disappearing into charcoal horizons

 

LOCUL CONTROLULUI SI EMERGENTA ZVONURILOR

there is a place
   when the evening sun is greeted
      by chorus of birdsong, the trams are a distant din
         and the patients mope around in dressing gowns
    trying to forget about themselves
        and this is the locus of control, and in the
             blackened rooms of the hospital psychiatrica
    this, is when rumours emerge.

 

ROMANIAN OXYGEN

don't breathe too deeply the rich oxygen of distant shores
     you may be vulnerable to it
       & find yourself gasping when the atmosphere
     thins, & realising the inescapability of simple things
             lungs will heave with nostalgia

 

Trevor Landers is a Lecturer in Communication at The Open Polytechnic of New Zealand, having previously held teaching positions in English and History at the Universitatei de Vest in Timisoara, Romania and Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand.  He was a foundation member of the World Postgraduate Association and a prominent postgraduate activist in his native New Zealand. Trevor has been widely published, most recently this month in Never Bury Poetry, Poetic Hours, Pierian Springs and The Voice of the Turtle. He is also the Managing Editor of the The Zealot Press.

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