If I let my heart be broken by a stranger
Is it impossible to believe
Or if loving at the first of sights
Not embarrassingly naive
Or if I claimed to know of true intentions
From a flurried passing gaze
Or if from but a fleeted greeting
Be colorfully amazed
Or if to me it makes no difference
Instants or many years
Or if without specifics
Commute your pain into my tears
Or if clairvoyantly I see the way
Of two becoming one
Or if to me it's always been shone
Like the everlasting sun
Or if you could only know me wholly
Now the way I see your soul
Or if it would only take forever
Fervorous ardor full
Categories:
clairvoyantly, crush, fantasy, feelings, for
Form: Rhyme
The Clockhouse's A. E. Housman Suite at Halloween
Alfred Edward Housman's apparition
Recites "A quieter place than Clun(ton)
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten"*
A E Housman's ghost does frighten
In the Arvon Clockhouse Retreat
Downstairs, stays a lass with time to write
Upstairs, stays a poet in the A E Housman Suite
Housman's ghost is an awesome sight
Ghostly pacing, floorboards creak mysteriously
The lass disturbed in the night
Hearing strange noises clairvoyantly
Seeks answers in the daylight
Is it a Halloween trick or a treat?
* Poem 50 (L) from A E Housman's "A Shropshire Lad"
Categories:
clairvoyantly, halloween,
Form: Quatrain
Bull and Bullock
The other night abed, Father,
propped upon an elbow, dropped
and died. Earlier that week, Mother
gave me Anthony to hold when
Father threw a fist, missed
and bellowed through the door.
I did not see the biggest of them
bear him back. But at the wake
they spoke of how he ran,
fell across a fence and swayed there.
I was in another room,
giving Mother Anthony to hold,
and I remember how,
clairvoyantly for once,
she wept there.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
clairvoyantly, sad
Form: Free verse