Scarlet Monahan - From one moment to another -
A collection of more than fifty poems Humorous observation - Fantasy surrealism - Thought provoking [1]http://www.multipleartasm.com/poetry.html - Twitter - @scarletmonahan -[2][email protected] Please take the time to read my poetry and consider it for publication Spitting in the wind Once upon a promenade I cleared my throat and spat The contents somewhat lumpy Which caught the wind and that Splashed the girl behind me Who to her friend I heard say It makes the journey worth it When you taste that salt sea spray When two worlds collide High up high the high bird flew To wing at pillow cloud Toothless smile his too full pile Fell speedy t'ward the crowd She, smiling at the deepest blue Then closing eyes to dream High bird left his message `pon Her soon consumed ice cream Spider 1 - Spiders can swim "For the love of God, don't touch me I've just reached the top Christ!, You've broken a leg Don't turn the tap on I cant swim, I'll drown. You speciesist Sociopath" Spider 2 - Revenge Little Beth Muffet Sat at the table Dipping her bread in her yolk Down came the spider That sat down beside her Beth Muffet died of a stroke, Eventually. When they found her, three summer weeks later, she'd been dead a fortnight. The flies wept, for reasons of their own, but the seven legged spider... Just smiled. Snot A freshly wrought nose nodule Can hold a man in rapture The battle long and arduous Then finally the capture Now wet or dry the nodule Will fix upon a finger And like some precious pearl or stone The man will with it linger Suddenly the nodule Propelled and skyward bound Trajectory uncertain Will land without a sound Stairway to venom Crisp autumn leaves conspired With my boots of heavy tread To camouflage then transport Fresh canine yellow dread Into my girlfriends family home Onto the lambs wool stairs On my decent I notice And begin to say my prayers Because the mother hates strong odours Bad hygiene most concerns her And I have just delivered both With interesting patina Mustard Maisy Bouncing like a bouncing ball On Kipper Cracker Mash A little water kissed the floor At Pointy Mountain Pass Yellow sun and crimson dyes Fall screaming through the door While jellyfish in sleepy doze Lie naked on the floor Morning leans on evening dreams With passion popping corks Mustard Maisy filled her face With sausages on forks Somewhere silence fears to tread Where potted people can Talking in the potting shed With Stan the dragon man Who never saw the night before Who never even missed The porridge pan from salty shore At the gate The giant copper coloured thing Stopped only at my gate Said, vexed of voice and attitude "I'm here, but I am late" "apologies are not for me To whine, or plead, or sing I am in time the journeyman And copper coloured thing" Remarking to his worded face I spoke with him at ease Of times long since and vegetables Of carrots, pods and peas Then soon he turned a purple mist Began to slowly fade But left a wooden onion The copper thing had made Long time no see "Remember me" I said to me "Not really mate" was my reply "I used to be a friend of yours" I paused and then I closed one eye A friend of mine, well bother me With one eye closed I start to see That maybe when in times gone bye, I met me once but was to shy The while now hid Silently the night will move From twilight through to day And costing nought but time of us At morning we must pay In darkness, things first seen in light Put forth a change of form Twisting in the shadows of The mind, from whence are torn And those may take advantage Of the blanket held above Who question not, the mood of wood More busy with their love The rain may come and give a sound Too lonely at the start Of hollow thought and memory Found hiding in the heart Quick closing eyes, protect us all Behind the falling lid Dark without, forgotten soon Till wake, the while now hid A simple twist Whatever there is Whatever there was, Will, with one word Given to our unheard Make change of the things Behind the because For love or with none I will see you ahead And seek for the way By the end of the day Your words that I heard That would never say And look for me where But know that I am Waiting for you At left and to right At start of the day And late of the night The soft search Images move quickly through With distant rhyme or reason Surging passed the gates of mind In metaphoric legion Soon to reign and take upon The mantle of a friend The whisperings in solitude Baptismal thoughts to send Thoughts somehow caught up in time Made lonely, may come late And tell of innocence and hope That might communicate For all we know and all we show Religious to the page Hypnotic, like the childish dance Upon the wooden stage Soft search in light and thrice the night Canyon, edge and cliff To ask of self in puzzlement Of what and only if References 1. http://www.multipleartasm.com/poetry.html 2. mailto:[email protected] _______________________________________________ Open mailing list [email protected] http://lists.partito-pirata.it/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/open
