Bride to Be (part twelve)

      Bride to Be (part twelve)     Yet with my crafty uncle the field was never taken For thus had his stronghold been devised Ringed fences narrowing passage like a maze A lone stone knob on which, from times bards tell of in their lays Sons of the House of Barangalen Behind […]

Her Day (poem)

      Her Day   Will you do something? Uncontexted, the question compels, does it? The writer had been hired to complete a story Not so fast, though. The publisher prefers she prove herself She reviews the half-done coattail she might ride to fame Maisie Day, reformed sex-worker turned private agent Encounters her usual […]

Goods for Love (poem)

      Goods for Love   On the midden heap Above the flood still inundated If you substituted Goods for love Your heart speaking through Some accident of neurofibre What chance angle or what play of light refracting A carbohydrate rush Acting on your mood   They iridesce and their rims Have a soft […]

Even Heard (poem)

      Even Heard   Nothing recently radio silence almost a fig leaf of the past Your old friend with his bags of heirloom seeds Took them to the farmer’s market, Sharpied a sign saying FREE Bought tickets on the very plane they grounded for yawing side-to-side, nose up, nose down Stricken passengers allowed […]

The Minister of Inaction (poem)

      The Minister of Inaction   The minister of inaction Keeps perch en pointe, soft chamois slippers toe the orb That bald pate of Oz, antiquity’s ruler-deity Admired with gentle pity by explorers Dust devil sands have scoured him to ivory Your hope in stealing close to shelter from the dreary sun Curled […]

Quid pro fauxbia (poem)

    Quid pro fauxbia   The fear of human society Quid pro fauxbia Lye over the discarded fruit Heaped in fermenting waste And burn or atomize Disrupt the life cycle of the fly Maggots thrive in their maggotry so have no reason To care that their own days are numbered Barbed edged rain falls […]

The Tunnel (poem)

      The Tunnel   They two bent like marsh grass under the prow of a canoe that glides through fog of daybreak And here the air filled with a delicate miasma too They had reason leaning towards each other to feel safe emerging from the tunnel They might have stepped down Their rings […]

Distract Us (poem)

      Distract Us   She hadn’t got the chance to finish her story, the corner fire let, if gas might do no worse than burn blue, be. Let night fall then, somewhat like in hue, dusk’s velvet box creak its hinge, evening solitaire and satellite its chippy twin, or evil, attic-rummage legacies enough […]

Eight: agreement (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 26 Jan 2021 in Art, Poems

    agreement       agreement question Distract Us                             (2021, Stephanie Foster)      

Years Ago (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 25 Jan 2021 in Art, Poems

      Years Ago   Years ago, he said, I told a lie I know you aren’t the kind to entertain A callous repeating of cruel things I was at fault I had a weakness I atone   Of course she had done it At whatever time they met allusion To their dirty time […]