Bear’s powerful shoulders roll, his paws flatten, his head
weaves, lethal and stupid. Avoid his little blind eye.
Black widow scuttles behind the kitchen sink
on a great many legs. Her kiss is fatal.
Hen harrier laughs harshly and all laugh in chorus.
Head cocked, she tears open the piecrust.
Snake wraps himself round small creatures gently.
His grip tightens and they [...]
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Animal Kingdom
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on April 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dream Play
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on March 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I know there’s something I must do today.
It’s half an hour before curtain rise,
what is my part in this, and what’s the play?
There is a smell of greasepaint, dust and size.
It’s half an hour before curtain rise,
this is the dressing-room I know is mine.
There is a smell of greasepaint, dust and size.
For God’s sake tell [...]
Good Gifts
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on February 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He gives her a black lace bra:
her heart swells. She fills the C-cup.
He gives her a bottle of champagne
costing £24.50. He has got a bargain.
He gives her a basket of strawberries.
Open wide! he says, gently. She opens.
He gives her a smooth round bloodstone
to wear round her neck. So cold.
He gives her a little house. All day [...]
