the odd inkwell: Poems

benevolence

the odd inkwell Jul 2010

benevolence

mother was very fond
of
men with hoary hair

I need not speak
it was my turn to watch
through the door

for
benevolence

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to "see" this found poem
and more

expectations

the odd inkwell Apr 2010

expectations

this
the third

season
they lost

another
pregnant ewe

and the
illusion

they could be
farmers

© 2010, Stacey Wilson
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http://mothersparrow.wordpress.com/

fading

the odd inkwell Apr 2010

fading

as the grey light of evening
caught hold of her dress
her hymn of joy will cease

found text poem, cut up poem from mid 19th century children's magazine
Here is the link to the photo of the found text poem.
http://mothersparrow.wordpress.com/2010/04/12/fading/

fish

the odd inkwell Jul 2010

fish

not one word
between them
for years
she would have
the table prepared
and he showed
his wife
his affections
by bringing
home
more fish

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naughty

the odd inkwell Jul 2010

naughty

wrinkles in muslin
she tries to hide
her mischief

haiku
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remembrances

the odd inkwell Jul 2010

remembrances

reverberating among
the neglected grave-stones
a vesper chime

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two o'clock

the odd inkwell Jul 2010

two o'clock

kettle whistle signals
social obligations
tea cakes slightly stale

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where once warmth

the odd inkwell Apr 2010

where once warmth

indifferent
the gargoyle sits.
long has it been
since the snail
would weave tales of gold.
an empty snow-covered shell
all that remains
in his stony ear.

— The End —