They hear but hardly listen, They look but barely see, They hear loud noises; And roll their eyes again. They see her blush, Her hair, disheveled – not lush. Resume their favourite past time They jump – To conclusions. If only they listened, The noises were her screams. If only they saw, Her red face, were the prints of his paw.
Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do
In the morning, nothing: every trace of him effaced, all the field pure white, its surface glittering, the dawn, glancing from its glaze, oblique, relentless, unadorned. It is the silver jubilee year Of a wedding knot tied On a September