Time – Lois E. Linkens

My piece ‘Time’ on FVR:

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Tonight’s the night! And my wicked finger whistled
On it’s way out.
Moody old pillow-head grovels, snivels, wriggles;
Only a year heaven knows that’s no proper. Youth-fools. Gingerly,
Right Time peeks above the wafting fray. We’ve been pine-tree lovers, grinned at
Rings for others.
Oh, how frail my heart; she
Would to take the gentle hand, curled like a shell, of her who stayed the wait.


Lois E. Linkens

https://loislinks.wordpress.com/

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Queenie- Lois Linkens

My piece ‘Queenie’ on SD:

Sudden Denouement Collective

White slip of night at the shore,

And the fox-eyed pebbles wink at

The cold pearl moon. The freshwater stream,

Like silver silk

Heralds the flush of the waves, the bubbling spits

Of the shallows, stones like eyes, stones like saucers,

Like griddle cakes. There comes a woman,

Without a coat, silver-wax shoulders studded

With gooseflesh. She walks,

Toward the black water and the night-worms

Hear her singing, overhead her socked feet damp

And bottoms gritty,

A soft knitted invasion.

There is a country, far beyond the stars

 

Her red hat

Like a herring on a line sways with her

Narrow peg shoulders

And the sea

Is tar on her woollen toes.

Lois is a poet and student from England. She is studying the literature of the Romantics and hopes their values and innovations will filter through into her own work. She is working on longer projects at present…

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