Mount Tambora

you bring colour to my eyes in the aftermath
we wander the halls of art- hand_and _camera
tall rooms of knowledge and existence- this is how you sleep beside me

a library filled – obliterating ignorance
stories translated – old arabic / greek
re told_re examined – your heart of mind is all i require

a flagship in the harbour
witness the horizon on canvass- a showered woman in towel
beauty over the water captured- instinct in death for your afterlife

200 years leave- cars pass outside_curators and security watch our movement
from room to painted room- this breath in heaven glorified
silent peace – your skin wrapped in mine_our hands pulling each other (another room)

and the paintings fall and the lava crawls……


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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