Harry G. de Vries, three poems


In days when different rituals

prevailed and howling storms

were on my repertoire to make

bedtime a theatrical event, we

staged worlds that paved the

way to face the real one that

mirrors openness and gaiety

to protect you from its squalls.

Now you are out there, and

my role done, I still close the

curtains of your room at eight -

occasionally, I protrude my lips

and put cupped hands over my

mouth, hoping that, when winds

pick up, you are safe and sound,

and will do well.


Digital audioware not

only visualizes the

African songs of

the marsh warbler,

it also displays the

clutter that comes with

it: a motorbike, a plane

or someone hammering.

Each is depicted as

a separately coloured