Thursday 24 March 2016

COOL EVENINGS


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.

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?  GlacĂ© 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.