Poems from PEARLY KAY
BEHOLD THE DUCK
IT DOES NOT CLUCK
A CLUCK IT LACKS
IT QUAKS
AND IS SPECIALLY FOND
OF THE POND
it calloused her heart
brightly coloured; turqoise
yellow, magenta, which she
shapes into large blooms of petals
for bargain-hunting...
whothrows his heart
as the heavens throw rain
and asks who loves him
who is a watch and a glass of water
whose hair is made of gold
who...
a heavy cart rumbles clutch of the bridge then in the garden a willow tree
a dark and sweet bam
young eyes looking in old
waiting for a goal to be told
holding hand and standing firm
no ones falling in the mold
and...