Eight Ball on a whimI palm the magiceight ballask: will I everget an agent? the rush of hot hopethe tightening of desperationmakes my torso smaller blue bubbled liquidreveals the whitepyramid of magicin the smallwindow ofthe ball’s belly: FOCUS & ASK AGAIN
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Poem 38 – Bowl
Bowl Did you knowa bowl hasa body hasa waist afoot and arim? Also abottom, of course. Have you everbeen bowled over?Bowling? Have you ever been bowledover whilst bowling? The act of rolling is to bowl. A bowl is a basin a holder a shape with an open top a large structure for sport or entertainment or both – something super. Did you know the contentsof a… Continue reading Poem 38 – Bowl
Poem 11 – Hearing Aid
Hearing aid I haven’t heard thebluejay gossip or thesquirrel shout ordersin weeks Could be my earshave stopped hearingcertain sounds – thoughthe second handthe dog sighthe boiling waterslapping againstthe belly of the kettleare very loud Maybe it’s the stormof grey Nows tumblingover themselvesgathering the Bleakbefore they finally fall flattenplace their throbbingheads down rest Perhaps the robinwill… Continue reading Poem 11 – Hearing Aid
VANESSA SHIELDS 