Poem Category: Seven lines

The panther.
fierce brained
the steel green eyes,
the pacing gait, the cage
around the stench, the snarl
between the teeth, the loss of all
he knows

Party.

she gives

slow watchful eyes,

the contained smile, the blink

that knows your touch, the hair

in falls to hide, the clues to some

past hurt

Attic.

suns fade

the childhood things,

the gingham dress, the hat

that names the school, the sash

the swimmer won, the music sheets

from class

Recalled.

in thoughts

the swaying swing,

the lighted porch, the smile

of the first kiss, the lives

we talked to share, her curls of hair

I smell

Forest.

with mists

come silent things,

the egg warm nests, the mould‘s

slime of the leaves, the thrust

the mushrooms make, the sun on dawn‘s

first hour

Forest.

with mists

come silent things,

the egg warm nests, the mould‘s

slime of the leaves, the thrust

the mushrooms make, the sun on dawn‘s

first hour

Jogging.

last tree

still sunset red,

the birding cats, the swing

the child kicks high, the kite

above the park, the smell of meals

come night

Rear-view.

don‘t look

and yet you must,

the smoking tyres, the calm

before the smash, the eyes

that stare you back, her pig-tail head‘s

first jolt

Forever.

spring grows

just four green things,

the bursting buds, the grass

the sparrows peck, the moss

stains to old trees, the love of each

first kiss

Once.

to waste

be wild with drink,

the rakish talk, the struts

into the bar, the scorns

I turn to fights, till one by one

they fall