I might as well post a fairly random selection of my 'Mary-poems'
which can be found at
http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/poetry/library/ark1.html
as the 'Arkansas-poems'.
Mary
Mary, the April witch,
Spins words from a gossamer web
Into tapestry for my ears.
At five in the morning
She floats from her woods in Arkansas
To my window.
There she taps and enters
Bringing with her the goodness of sustenance.
We lie in the morning light,
Her touch like thistledown.
We are in each other forever
Until she departs for her chores.
There is milking to be done,
Chickens to be fed.
I lie in my bed and love a dream.
I pinch her bottom as she heads out the window
To make her real.
She is Mary, Queen of Arkansas.
A Mary-poem
I walked up the hill
From my Poetry Evening
Where I had recited my two little Mary-poems
To great acclaim
When I found her on my doorstep
Clutching my cat Ludovic to her.
`How did you get here? Mary', I asked.
`Continental drift', she answered.
So, thinking it was a long way from Arkansas,
I took her in for a coffee.
She floats in and out of my life like a sunbeam.
It is always merrier when she is there.
She has duties and is always busy,
But give her ten minutes and she can gossip.
She is my guiding light,
She knows everything.
Sitting in the wildflowers she eyes me at my computer,
`It has to be done with love', she says.
Let me make up a Mary-poem for her.
Mary's poem
I post her poem to Mary.
Then I turn
And look back two thousand years at Catullus.
`Sappho-class?', I ask.
He laughs and grins at me.
I am with my own people.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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