“Missed Door”
He was well groomed
strutting nonchalantly
through the
Missed Door
like Morrison
The He Road
raised her curb
Strange I’ve seen that face before
De je vu a reckless mating call
Grace
rode
electric the
Rider's Storm
he was just a
big old pussycat
catnipped
she stroked his
soft underbelly fur
She gave him a dish of crows,
he spat out all the feathers black
smiled his big ol’ cat grin
wrapped himself around her lithe long legs
and licked her salty back again
again
then gave the sparrows
a good ol’ pigeon stir
what's a murder amongst friends
“More milk?” he purred
implored
on the other side of
Missed Door
The Pooka
smiled some more
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVTAB3_WZtY
“Well,” said Adam, as Poirot went out. “First girls’ knees, and now draughtsmanship! What next, I wonder!” Agatha Christie, Cat Among the Pigeons
“No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.” Agatha Christie, Cat Among the Pigeons
The Kodaks of memory fade happily
The Kodaks of memory fade;
Faint ghosts, your sparkling eyes
And arabesque smile
Lingering to the last.
The rough edged print lies
Before my inward eye, stained,
Worn from constant touch,
Reminder of happiness.
Images parade before me,
Mind flicking through an album,
Laughter and foolishness contained
Within the confines of 6 x 4.
Though colour prints of memory
Fade, yet the tracings of
Moments past linger and
Assert their presence.
The shuttered lens is faithful
To love and chest bursting
Joy, chemical draughtsmanship
Captive in the mind.
Now we capture new moments
of joy, ironic pixel postcards
in the mind; and the
Kodaks of memory fade.