 The Long Grin is finally avaialble on Kindle and Smash and contains the best of my 10 years of poetry. I've even begun live readings at poetry festivals in sept 2011. It is a head mix of styles - some traditional, some humorous but there are no plans as yet to do a hard copy but I have put them on the net for a mere 99 cents as I am an unknown poet - and touch wood - it seems to be selling slowly but steadily. The cover is a real cat with jelly-fish genes in its DNA that makes it glow a sinister green in UV light. Huzzah for science! Sonnet 43 - Feeder How do I feed thee? Let me count Milk Trays The curry cartons stacked the breadth and height My arms can reach, the ceiling out of sight For the bones of wish, chicken, cod and plaice I feed thee to the level of everday’s Unquiet greed, by sun and dim bulb-light. I feed thee freely, as chefs strive all night; I make thee need me, as their dough doth raise. I bring thee pizzas, passion put to use In my old briefs, and with thy childish faith. I feed thee with a love I’m doomed to lose To flesh constraints, I feed thy garlic breath, With all my menu’d heart and thus I choose; I shall but feed thee fully unto death. (apologies to Elizabeth Browning!) |
Reaper Stealing carried away by our carrion harmonies All poems and lyrics (c) 2011 Paul D.E. Mitchell |
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