A Poem by Matthew Wylie

The Isle of Ulnegra

From this then

I call upon the flower peddler

            And the old man

Held by ambries,

 

Who stations himself

Between the sun and the sand

          So as to call upon the salt water

That it is ripe enough

          For your words.

 

Drawing on allusions of whole horses

Sperm whales,

And the trac-ed foot prints

of the monomaniacal Ocean,

      I wake up only once,

To behold the winter

Toeing the sand.

 

 

 

Matthew Wylie currently lives in Canada and teaches European Literature at a small private school in North York, Ontario.  Matthew’s works have been published in various scholarly / poetry journals, such as The Toronto Slavic Quarterly, Cinetext: Film and Philosophy, Temenos: Journal of Creative Writing, Ygdrasil: Journal of the Poetic Arts, International Zeitschrift, The Externalist:  A Journal of Perspectives,  and others.  He enjoys studying butterflies, entertaining the tigers that pace throughout the corridors of his home, photography, siestas, and sharks.