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Alexandra Ekelenkamp
Netherlands
Born in 1982, Alexandra is a young poet. Being of Dutch origin, english is her second language. Her obsession for the written word started when she began to read, leading her to 1996 when she first wrote poems. She won a poetry contest, and since then she has continued to write poetry. Alexandra is stimulated by poets such as
W.M.Stoneking and Christina Conrad. She is finding her own voice - into which she is growing.
Limitations
( for Ursula Wood )
Father
you
hand guiding gaze
fixed Venus
on my retina
last night
tonight
another cloudless sky
I cannot recognize
any
constellation
stars and planets
remain
in chaos
without you:
my patient telescope
still you know not where God lives
Passport
a spaceship has no anchor
to keep it
from dreaming
travelling
is tugging
at an umbilical cord
I am always offspring
of continent
yet my sprit is a Briton
and my limbs spring from strange soil
AD
before whose time
am I alive
will I be haunting spirit
looking
over brilliant shoulders
will I copy poetry
in chimney dust
dating it 73yrs after me.
god
in the highest tower
he carves
Woman:
a soft bird
he carves me
caged
in
his room
and he
climbs
in-
to
my
head
carves himself
unto
my flesh
opens
my cage
sits waits
as
I flitter off
naked
he
fondles
my old dress
Mercury
the man is a god
striding
along the edge of sea
precisely
he places
delicte winged feet
on wet sand
around them,
dry sand-circles appear
no water dares touch him
the man is a god
a red sun
rising
in his hand
the walking stick is gold
no woman dares touch him
only pink-fingered aurora
reveals
his body in morning light
pyramid of night
(for Christina Conrad)
the woman lives in the attic:
a tomb
underneath roof beams
she crouches
one light bulb burning
from the ceiling
pale moths dangle
the woman hangs paper cuts
for
reflecting light
in dark shadow folds
roaches tick
ant-patterns walk up walls
it is cold
it is dark
the woman sleeps
in wood splinters
water runs
Pitch
on a high peak
the solemn woman is
feathered
hair braided
leans on wind
back arched
around her hips
a girdle of air
patterned
with birds
rising falling
on a high peak
the solemn woman
with firm fingers
stitches wild roses
on bleached cotton
a songbird
1000
silver chips
thrilling on her breath
Amazon
she sleeps with two horses in her arms
2 on each milk white side
manes curling over breasts,
their breath in her neck
she sleeps with horses in her arms
4 carry her to dreams
no need for men
no room
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