blackmail press 29
Shirley Deuchrass
New Zealand

In Your Enigma - Ilinca Höpfner
In Your Enigma - Ilinca Höpfner

Sunlight plays heavy
with dust

the river runs
below cliffs at Manuhirihea
sharp and bare
to the eye

remind me of the Valley

Tutankhamen lies behind glass
in the heart of a hill
stripped of his
Russian doll coats.

In the book with Ishvar

My head is far away
in a strange land where Ishvar
is paan-chewing
scratching lice from his scalp

I see a tangerine sari, the white
of his eyes, feel his silk shirt
slip through my fingers

it's cold
mist rolls off the sea

in Bermuda
where ships are captured
by demons
men scream in the night

the washing's not out
ironing heaped on a board

I'm late
think all day about Mumbai
for evening to come.