darren thomas Poems

In those evenings by a red sea
I would often gaze west
and see the tiger’s eye
staring over its den of desert hills
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Thirty six years of a summer sun

have faded the gloss of fishing boats
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To some
it is a beast,
to others
that beast
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The sky is liquorice black
its stars are simply stars
its air as cold as it’s over
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She could
without even trying
hold a star in the palm of her hand
and with just a touch more imagination
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I went to see her yesterday
hanging
like sorrow should hang
still and beautiful
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