Sadly, Sabine Wichert passed away in September.

For October's Poem of the Month
I have chosen the three poems by Sabine Wichert (1945-2014). 
They are taken from her collection 'Miranda'.




Photograph courtesy of The Belfast Telegraph

Sabine Wichert (1945-2014)


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Copyright © Sabine Wichert 2003
Cover Image: Pen Portrait
Copyright © Amos Gideon Greig
All rights reserved
The author has asserted her/his right under Section 77 of the
Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author
of this work.
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NOT A MIRAGE


Your paintings show: you are frightened
of high waves and open land. Despite themselves
your drawn triangles are not self-contained; the colours
so light, barely colours at all; you like
your waters smooth, yet their plants grip you firmly,
anchoring you, too, in slime. Some dare to lift
their roots, though, and swim or even fly to follow
the beckoning of their visions: you’ve even rooted
your dreams.

                    I saw a trickle of water
falling onto a large stone:

it dripped, dripped, dripped,
yet never hurt the stone.
There was no clear indentation
after centuries of steady trickle.
Instead a line ran down,
splitting the sight,
a slimy line, green
with age and frustration.





SOMETHING TO SURVIVE ON

This dark
country’s
clocks.

Your
Fingerprints
on my desk.

The rain
consoles
scars.





CONSCIOUSNESS

She had walked
proudly through the park
not caring
who looked,
Stared,
or whistled.
She had suppressed
the need to listen
for following footsteps,
had begun to hum
with excitement:
to be free,
to stare back,
not to care,
to be herself,
yet not afraid.

When the gatekeeper
at the exit said,
well dear,
with your looks
you should
make someone
a very good housewife,
her step
grew timid
again
and she lowered
her eyes
in anger.