I walk to the edge of my pond-
heavy base diameter
harsh on wayward
I pondered the edge of my pond-
tips on my toes edging reflection
no way high soon possessive.
One hour is one.
I lope to the edge of my pond -
the bulk of my
brink pressed inglenook.
I balk at the edge of my pond –
Oh there it goes again+
slatters of déjà vu
I shimmy to the edge of my pond –
a short swagger on small water.
Fleckles of inner overheads. Street
cred newts pike apple eye.
I float to the edge of my pond -
flutters bug me. Nothing is for
ever. Floozy bye
you so long dragons fly.
I stalk to the edge of my pond -
trembling like a leaflette. G/horn twig.
Tot fingers mince happy
stance so-so soft boned feelers.
I flitter to the edge of my pond –
yield of yutter words. Black &
bleeding Decker strimdrop. Oh up shut.
Jumbo lump and backfin makes my crab crake.
[Geraldine Monk’s latest book Ghost & Other Sonnets was published in 2008 by Salt Publishing. She is currently working on Poppy Heads. Poppy head is a term for the miniature carvings adorning the end of church pews. It is thought to derive from the French 'poupee' meaning doll or puppet.
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