Unforgivable
©2013 by Jack A. Urquhart
Three squirrels feed
On the meager seed
I scatter
Familial, skittish
They chatter and chide
Tattered tails
Unfurled like ship sails
Their backsides
From every angle
Guilelessly exposed
While just there—
Amidst the heather—
A black cat
Crouches stealthily
A pitch dark angel
In silence
From a safe distance
I observe
Knowing full and well
What will happen next
Wet Dream
©2013 by Jack A. Urquhart
I have a recurrent dream—
a dream of loving you
Together we swim
over sheets warm as beach sand
the ebb and flow of coverlets
thrashing, frothing, periwinkle blue
washes our salted bodies
We are slick with spray
anchored, drowning together
awash in gravity
Had I the weight of the moon
I would will this nightly ritual
steady as the tides
In a dream, I hear my children
©2013 by Jack A. Urquhart
Though they are long gone
in a dream I hear my children
at play again
Their icicle laughter
tinkles ‘round the dormers
of consciousness
chatters at the windowsill
of memory
The ruckus they raise
is winter-green
blizzard sharp
crisp as clean delight
Despairing, I awaken
no doors to slam
no windows to shut
Nothing to mute the cold clarity
the wintered beauty
of a moment lost
Stunning, all three. I’m not surprised at how good they are, but you don’t usually share your poetry (I’m wracking my tired brain to think if I’ve seen any from you). Please post more.
And, can you also tell me how you managed single space on WordPress??
Mary, do a line break rather than paragraphing. Use SHIFT + ENTER.
I didn’t know you wrote poetry, Jack! These are excellent. I particularly like the last one. Keep at it!