Imagist Poetry

ee1be680da1b987d16cbd5cebc652b69Sunfish

Against the current,
Silver sunfish dart
Illicit tongues.

The Wind

A rumour whips the promenade corner,
Punches you, winds you,
folds you in two.

Spider

Scurrying hair, congealed
and pulled from the drain;
drip,
dripping.

Through a window in Wales

The apparition of the moon at night
a fat white chocolate penny.

Sweet Tooth

Like taking candy from a baby, you said,
so I asked what you knew of that.
How many infants had you robbed,
how many lollypops had stained your teeth black?

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