Tuesday poem: LOVE POEM FOR A VOLCANO by Airini Beautrais

To love a volcano is to love
shapes at dusk.
To love largeness.
It is a love seldom spoken of
but I have known men
to write furtively of sulphur dioxide
and utter words like ‘phreatomagmatic;.
Hands on pack straps.
Eyes into the craters.

From The Western Line (page 20) by Airini Beautrais
Published by Victoria University Press
Used with the permission of Victoria University Press

This poem has been posted as part of the Tuesday Poem scheme

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