Have you ever found yourself gripped by an image or sentence? Repeating itself day in and day out until at last you decide you better pull it out by the root like you would noxious bindweed?
I wrote the following poems because no matter how hard I tried I could not shake off these images. It was like watching a scene from a movie over and over again; trying to mine it for meaning.
So here goes, two poems for your reading pleasure (or pain) 🙂 but before you read them you should know my youngest son who is fourteen and a new devotee of William Shakespeare (a happy-making surprise!) said I should write sonnets. He thinks my poems are too short.
The crow glides in through the open window
To land his thieving feet
On the mahogany table
And I remember then,
the white lace curtains flapping
as in the dying light
The crow pecked the eye out of my mother’s brooch
So there you are
on your back
The slight damp of the grass,
Through your summer dress
While you watch an infinite number of worlds
Light up above you.
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