SO THAT’S WHAT THEY GET UP TO!
(for Onelia)

The love poems
in my note book

creep from page
(at night)   to page

no longer beholden
to me.

They visit
each other

have secret
love affairs

(well, they are love poems...after all)  

Poems elope
let down a rope
of words

escape the confines
of their particular page

being of one mind
longing to be individual.

Poems 6 & 9
emigrate to page 69

and seem to be
enjoying themselves.

They search & search
for a voice

to say them.

In the morning
bleary eyed & looking

a little the worse for wear

they sneak shyly
slyly back

tip-toeing to their proper places

yawning
& just about

make it

back into their appointed positions

as I turn to...

see them
as if nothing

had happened.

*

“I wonder what love poems get up to at night
between the covers of a book? ”

Onelia

I am afraid I blatantly stole this from a passing comment by Onelia which greatly amused me.  I pleaded with her to turn it into a poem as it was such a novel idea but alas...& so I was forced to write it myself which is a pity because she would have done it so much better than I.

I hope she will still write it as it was after all her idea & I only stole it!