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Monthly Archives: July 2020
Climate Changer
While sitting alone facing into the sun She protests to people who don’t listen A planet on fire is a smoking gun While being adrift without a mission Saying her views instead of school learning With rouge seas rising, icebergs … Continue reading
The funeral leaves me numb
The funeral leaves me numb (but flying cakes make me laugh) I recall the afternoon we toyed with impossibilities, joked and fantasized about a coconut slice without stabiliser, flying off the plate across the fourth floor café, hitting one of … Continue reading
Masks
Written and spoken by Myrna Moore They have always been there from Africa gleaming wood carved in praise And supplication. To Egypt immortalised in gold for the journey into eternity. Through China, Tibet, Indonesia and pre – Columbus Americas. They … Continue reading
Danger in Plastic
It took more than ten minutes For the red kite to reach the ground Breakfast of plastic spoils the dream And it took less than a minute The red kite had reached the ground Eating the plastic thinking it green … Continue reading
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A football Coach sitting on a Blue Bucket
On a blue bucket, in his new dugout He stretches his seeing to another place Which widens his view to see further out Wondering what the fuss is all about He’s content in his own confined space On his blue … Continue reading
The Mask of the Harlequin
The world and its ladies of the night Stare at my lilac cheeks, The dark slits, my slanting eyes, The wig cascading over Velvet shoulders In synthetic purple whorls. The mask grins fixedly. Inside, my smile can’t grow bigger. I … Continue reading
Domino
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde. Could it be, as Wilde suggests, that the mask endows the speaker with a cover behind … Continue reading
A Satisfied Man
When errant breezes catch your hair, I watch it flow – a stream of golden fire – and my blood races with desire. Your skin, in early morning light, invites my touch, soft and warm – to your body’s hive … Continue reading
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Players and Masks
All the world’s a stage, said the Stratford Bard And we, my friends, are merely the players Dramatis personae, life’s foot soldiers We write and are written, given our parts We play the characters and speak their lines. The drama … Continue reading
I’m Done (reflections on a dissolute life)
I think I’m done here. I’ve seen the things I wanted to see I’ve done the things I wanted to do. At least, I am reconciled to Not seeing or doing more. I’ve broken some hearts, I think. No one … Continue reading
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