Arthur,
Foxy, but aren't you supposed to avoid adjectives?
Kind regards,
grasshopper
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From: "Arthur Seeley" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, September 06, 2004 6:02 PM
Subject: [THE-WORKS] Poetry challenge
> Midnight clatter of spilt lids,
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> hinted at his presence.
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> Swift and easy Prince of Thieves!
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> Now, sudden, by the wall, I met
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> the sparked ferocity of his mask.
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> Whiskers stiff and alert,
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> gleaming liquorice nose, chestnut pelt,
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> pink strop of tongue lolloped over
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> the barbed white fence of teeth.
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> The feral reek of him, so close.
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> He inspected me, dismissed me
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> with a bold disdainful eye.
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> The pent urgent life of him
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> unfolded in a silken leap-
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> spirit of the woods-
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> he loped the sunken road.
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> melted into the twilight,
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> flaunting the thick insult of his tail.
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> I breathed again.
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> Later that night
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> he mocked me
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> with a thin and distant yip
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> that pierced the sullen dark
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> and nailed my startled heart.
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