Cool evenings
beget deep shadows
where are you now
among the statues
There is a black dog
that waits for you at home.
He is hungry for meat
as I am hungry for you
Some evening,
come out with your black dog.
Search for me ...
I'll be among the statues, crying....
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Sunday, 20 March 2016
IN THE HALL OF MIRRORS
In the hall of mirrors,
the bare backed girl
showed her back to us.
She was looking in three mirrors,
and Vanity was clapping
in her shoes.
In the hall of mirrors,
I was so embarrassed...
Girls should not be vain....
Saturday, 12 March 2016
WHITE MITTENS
Fog came early to Nebraska,
And slender churches became hidden
Pastors came out of them with scarves -
Their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens
Cars moved slowly,
Dipped beams constant; the radio turned on
The fog came early - unawares....
Saturday, 5 March 2016
IMAGINATION
- A Nonet
Flying above, birds against azure
are soaring to heaven, I think,
zigzagging through clear shore ways
of imagination,
artistically inspiring me,
cleverly
showing
me....
Thursday, 3 March 2016
SEEN THROUGH THE SHOP WINDOW
In front of me were glacé cakes,
White, and arranged in diamond shapes.
The shop had mystery...
More cakes were appearing on the shelf.
What was this? Glacé day?
In front, the owner in starched dress.
Her face was prim; she had no smile.
Her hands were working overtime.
More cakes were appearing on the shelf,
And all the cakes were white, the same....
MATCHBOX
Thin matches inside me
with red tops, despising safety.
They can't wait to emerge
and light your cigarettes.
They are bundled together,
and their red tops
are like an army
waiting for their call.
I have never counted them,
but I will do one day
and I'll have to do it soon,
before you light your cigarette....
Wednesday, 2 March 2016
SEA MARGE
Along sea margin,
the Sea Marge extended,
and the boys of the house
played boisterously on shore.
They were seven brothers
and they tussled
and tried out tag
to the background of sea's roar.
They had a sister
but they would not let her
join their tousled fun...
She stayed in Sea Marge, lonely, looking on.
***
The Sea Marge is a hotel in Norfolk, England....
Tuesday, 1 March 2016
PRUSSIAN BLUE
Dyeing, not dying is this flower
in the blue I have prepared for it -
a Prussian blue.
Think of all the Prussians
with their hard hats.
I make this flower swirl
and rings of Prussian blue
seep into the petals,
far away from hard hats
and Prussian boys....
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