March 2018 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Poem

A poem is like a bird as it takes off into flight, when you think you have it down, it reveals Aladdin’s touch. A merlin’s turning head transforms to peregrine, and sometimes all you see is a buteo sitting there. A sparrow singing songs is likely just to be sitting on a tree limb withoutContinue reading “Poem”

To boast or to keen

I do not know the language of threading terror – words that leap like fleas upon the trusty dog. This usage is beyond all playground shouting, Backroom brawling is now in the spectator’s vision. No scope is needed to identify the telltale white – underside, wing-bar, rump, all plainly seen. The grass in winter isContinue reading “To boast or to keen”

The book of forgetting

It nests within carpet fibers, that enter the room thought, lint blows after you when you leave, nudging at your back – backtrack yet again and you wonder how soon will you be your mother, sitting in her chair without the days of yesteryear. This herb is for remembrance yet it slips beyond my tongue.Continue reading “The book of forgetting”