I’d no idea,
Wiltshire folk were nicknamed such–
Thanks so much, Pointless!
skat@2018
n.b.
Hitchcock is all done,
going to have some fun with
Mister Bond’s movies.
skat@2018
I’d no idea,
Wiltshire folk were nicknamed such–
Thanks so much, Pointless!
skat@2018
n.b.
Hitchcock is all done,
going to have some fun with
Mister Bond’s movies.
skat@2018
Grackle’s compass is
off, slams into the window—
raising my hackles.
skat@2018
Rip, not flaw, made by
Ornithology student
with unclipped, sharp claw.
skat@2018
At last! The sun glows,
like a goldeny gemstone
from some distant past.
skat@2018
I believe, I’ll put
away my parka this year
(fearing mere reprieve).
Will winter, once more return?
Will spring, come, to us relieve?
skat@2018
Went Googling myself
Long-buried old interview-
If you’re interested.
skat@2018
n.b. links in the piece are obsolete due to time and apathy
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ca/2012/03/life-of-poet-kat-mortensen.html
Gawking at window:
hawk-wings soar high, seeking the
preoccupied–prey.
skat@2018
My aunt has just passed;
Today, she’d be ninety-five–
If she were alive.
We’ll bury her tomorrow,
after sharing our sorrow.
skat@2018
Stark, ‘gainst frozen snow
Blackbirds cluster around my
Latest provisions.
skat@2018