Featured Poetry


click to enlarge

I toss my heels up to my head…
That was a bird I heard say glunk
As I walked statelily through my extensive, expensive English country estate
In a pink brocade with silver buttons, a purple passementerie cut with panniers, a train, and faced with watered silk:

But it
Is dead now!
(The bird)
Probably putrescent
And green….

I scrabble my toes…

Companion art: “The Garden of Earthly Delights“, central panel – Detail Bird and Man riding a duck, by Hieronymus Bosch

You may also like