Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Against the wall

I prefer the shade,
when no-one's looking.
Put me in the corner;
hands between plates,
a newspaper.

Upon the mantle,
a hardy bunch;
stalk kept straight,
mulched and wet,
yet so loose, almost collapsing.

Next to a cabinet: three animal masks
mounted on the dining room wall;
the winding hall and then the door.

Thursday, 29 December 2016

Mothertongues

Mothertongues guarding christmass-rose beds
Heads struck songless, pictures without souls.
Birdbeaks, bird eyes; curious and alone.
Feed a fly watching the meat you carry,
Hurry, hurry along.