Poetry

“And Perfume Precedes the Dead Letter”

by


P.E. Tottenham


The moon becomes large

Two people fall in love

As another one weeps

Pantomime in Cumaquid


The girl’s lilting voice

Could she reappear?

Red sunsets behind

Driven through a dark cloud


Car is womb warm

Perfectly detailed

Metal Orange Flake

High-Gloss blood pounds ear


Accidents in cars

Children’s faces blur

That angel at your side

Books left unfinished


The bed will not be made

I stare at the door
The highway past your house

Like a wave that never crashes


As you know you’ve always drowned:


(In Robinwood Pond)

©2017 teagown

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Poetry

”The Lion Is Bleeding”

by


P.E. Tottenham


Someone stretched
The meaning of this
Common feeling
Making light of my insight


A stone has rolled
Unshored from some
Dark tomb
As a soul has crept
Aborted from that womb


This lamb’s a lion
Banished from its
Native veldt
Unfed, a vein
Left bleeding in the rain


Some eyes saw through
The meaning
Vanquished and unearthed
I saw the Lion bleeding
Smarting from its birth


Left untied
United in this sacred ride
Glueing pieces, and
Unfazed by what’s denied


©2017 teagown

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“When I Heard Dame Darcy Sing ‘Naked Ladies Race'”

Tell ya what! So, um, this toon by the Dame, well,
When this dame starts with her sangin…
With this one she can’t help but sing it
Over-sing it
Over…over…over…over…
Spinnin round & twirlin over…
Over…over…over…over.
Dizzydizzydizzydizzy?

Throwin up
& over.
Uh, Rover? Hold-her-

(givver-a-chair?)…
O, one, two, three free Yes, for days! She sings steeper
In whirls deeper
For days & Spinnin-inn-magic-carpet-cadence…
O, rounda-rounda-rounda-

Slow…slow…slow…spin…
Slow…slow…slow—

OFF.
Kilter.
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