Under cover of night
The fiddler in blue gave the slip
to a toad of African proportions.
Toad wanted the fiddle.
The big silver whale
walked out of the water
took over the bandstand
and the angel folded his heavy
wings. In the soft light of
loving consequences the dragonflies
sat quietly on shimmer and
sparkle. Brook burbled and wouldn’t
change its tune.
Marigold floated on blackbird’s
melody, holding on to spiderwebs
during intervals. When manta ray
flew silently overhead all notes
burst with an audible sigh.
The Collector
finds them in bars,
parks, buses, the underground
or coffee shops;
he frequents downtown
pole-dance joints, picks up
blondes, brunettes or curly blacks.
Long legs, ample behinds,
he’s not choosey. All have one
thing in common: they talk.
Too much.
Somewhere in Soho they stagger
down those stairs
on dizzying heels,
click-clacking their way
into his basement. Call him
affectionately ‘Nutter’,
make themselves comfortable.
He smiles, puts his finger
to his lips and readies
the little machine. Pushes
the button and records
ten minutes of their silent breathing.
Terror
How much time is left?
In the whispers and hissings
are hidden words.
Mum and Dad disappear
after they kiss me good night.
They don’t know that I’ll soon be taken.
Something strokes me with cold feathers -
I wish I could tell.
Another ordinary story
Spring, it seemed, had changed
its mind. Like a disenchanted lover.
Pink, white, purple and tender greens
encased in winter-hardened water
topped with powdered sugar.
Fulgent in that white winter sun.
One harsh spring morning you
turned. No last glistening glory,
no last display of what
could have been.
A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm now lives with her second husband in Lima, Peru. When not writing poetry she wonders who to kill in her third novel, or goes off on a travel photo shoot. Her poetry collection TANGENTS has been published in the UK, and her latest poems have been/are about to being published in US poetry reviews.
Vivid, surreal and beautiful. These were a joy to read. ‘Under Cover of Night’ is especially exquisite.
Eerie and wondereful poems. I particularly liked “Terror” which raised my hackles.
Especially like Terror and Another Ordinary story.
I love ALL THOSE ABOVE POEMS AND CANNOT SAY WHICH ONE BEST. I sent the link to Giselher Suhr from , ich denke, er mag die auch. I am happy you are connected again. Your poems inspire.
Kiki
Powerful and beautiful. A pleasure to read.