Five Short Poems

The Lake

An unnamed bird 
skims the surface.

You linger

as an afterthought.

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Memoir

The wind
                blows,

 leaves   
               scatter.

You      drift

in  and   out

of my mind.

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14/11/17

Outside, the sky
in so many shades 
of pink.

Here, a crow 
pecking at  

the unrelenting window.

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Curse

The night devoid of stars,
a pale crescent 
hangs in a corner.
Down on the street below
a bitch moans
in childbirth.
My dreams charred
with a recurring fear
of something 

I don’t know.

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Oblivion

the night thickens
around the bush,

not a footstep 
to be heard,

the snake 
slithers back

to the undergrowth.

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