My entry entitled Lava.
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The Town Rabbit in the Country (by Camilla Doyle)
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THREE hours ago in Seven Dials
She lived awaiting all the trials
That haunt her race, but now shall be
Freed on the lawn to play with me.
In the dim shop her eyes were grey
And languid; but in this bright day
To a full circle each dilates,
And turns the blue of Worcester plates
In the unaccustomed sun; she stares
At strange fresh leaves; the passing airs,
Outstretching from her box's brink,
She gulps as if her nose could drink.
Now o'er the edge she scrambles slow,
Too pleased to know which way to go --
Half dazed with pleasure she explores
This sunny, eatable out-of-doors.
Then shakes and tosses up her ears
Like plumes upon bold cavaliers --
The dust flies out as catherine-wheels
Throw sparks as round she twirls and reels --
Her spine it quivers like an eel's --
Over her head she flings her heels,
Comes down askew, then waltzes till
She must reverse or else feel ill --
Reverses, then lies down and pants
As one who has no further wants,
Staring with half-believing eyes
Like souls that wake in Paradise.
25.11.08
Riverbed Haiku
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"Riverbed is an online journal publishing quality haiku/senryu and essays pertaining to haiku. Riverbed will publish seasonally, with Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter editions."[Click on the picture to visit the website]
31.10.08
Halloween contest
0 commentsRecently Lemonfingers.com featured a prose and poetry contest
in celebration of Halloween entitled Pumpkin Fingers 2008.
I've entered two poems, Necromancer and Red Moon.
in celebration of Halloween entitled Pumpkin Fingers 2008.
I've entered two poems, Necromancer and Red Moon.
1.10.08
New poems
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4.9.08
Like Crows Feasting (by Colette Jonopulos)
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of night, light filament unbundled
strand by strand like thin fingers
of children letting go in traffic;
you gather new energy to gloat
over—a bitten piece of flesh.
Unsuspecting woman, her slightest
hesitation endangers; a bus arrives
late and the corner of time
has moved three blocks east.
In the city no one notices a man
head down, eyes on strychnine
pavement, brisk shadow fallen near
the intersection, his weakness
like crows feasting on new
sparrows, wings bent oddly
unlike flight, eyes waxed
to milkiness, the dead always
last to tell their side.
Published in BIG PULP
of night, light filament unbundled
strand by strand like thin fingers
of children letting go in traffic;
you gather new energy to gloat
over—a bitten piece of flesh.
Unsuspecting woman, her slightest
hesitation endangers; a bus arrives
late and the corner of time
has moved three blocks east.
In the city no one notices a man
head down, eyes on strychnine
pavement, brisk shadow fallen near
the intersection, his weakness
like crows feasting on new
sparrows, wings bent oddly
unlike flight, eyes waxed
to milkiness, the dead always
last to tell their side.
Published in BIG PULP
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