Bright blinding sky casts
Eddied reflections on the
Muddy, jealous sea.
On J M W Turner’s Yacht Approaching The Coast
On Raindrops in Bloomsbury
Faint droplets fall in
Whispered hush - my eyeglasses
Mist up, smeared with wet.
On Knopps’ Iced Chocolate
Under torrent lash
Of solar glare, I sip my
Cup of languid bliss.
On The Fleeing Doe
She fled away in
The night, doe-like, chased away
By her Growling Bear.
On The Norrington Room at Blackwell’s, Oxford
Subterranean
Cave of literary joys:
Euphorical me!
On Coffee
I swill down a last
Gulp of this black elixir.
Exhale: Life goes on.
On Linnaeus
He ranked Men by skin
Color - Europe on top. An
Evil science indeed.
On These Dark Clouds
These dark clouds gather
Above a tepid sky - I
Wait for a glimmer.
On Reading Milton
Dense and lustrous verse Each word rolls off the tongue like Dark incantations.
On Inflation
Inflation: well and
Truly beaten? The Fed holds
Its breath in suspense.