COLD WAS THE GROUND
dark was the night
Blind Willie Johnson huffs in my ears
weeping into God. How easy to loop
the past into a soundtrack, light digestion
& here’s Willie, scratching life into the air
carving out sight & sense in the squall
So many spills, paths of only one take
So simple, the hatching of intrigue &
sloppy way we invent moments to be sad
I walk at the trees as if I have knowledge
secrets of their past, I don’t, but confidence
is a clever accessory. This winter walk
these minuets stall the loud, awaken the soft
my ears, warm with the blues
my eyes with the slow mountain
& the snow, suspended in a mid-fall spill
erasing out everything that came before
About Alicia Sometimes
Alicia is a writer, poet and musician. She is a presenter on 3RRR with a weekly show, Aural Text, dedicated to playing spoken word. She was also coordinator of the first ever national Australian poetry slam on Radio National in 2004. Alicia has appeared on many spoken word CD’s, been published in many journals, had her work on Australian TV (ABC and SBS) and has performed locally, nationally, and internationally at many festivals and venues. Her books are kissing the curve and Soundtrack . She was the editor of the Australian literary magazine, Going Down Swinging, for seven years.
