kathleen bartholomew Poems

Old Tree. 17th January 2009

Old tree, tall, silky –
a figured hand
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Poesie de Paris

Current racing, yet the boat holds still;
moored fast beside the edges of the Seine.
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Under the blood moon at the Luna eclipse,
shone the golden liver eagle.
Looking for her twin
her mate, gone to knit a scarf
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Good luck,
lucky black slinky silent cat
flat
stroking fur, shiny, long,
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And so to golden days

Golden plough marked, ear ripened corn, on
a hill sloping towards the hidden river bed,
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A Long Song

The singer performs
a wine fuelled song
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James and his brother
were doting on each other as they pretended to play.
They were thinking things out, like they had been told,
They should be more grateful and not so bold
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Al Qaeda

In apartment number 53,
lay a dead man’s corpse aged 83.
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Memo:

reach out and grasp
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Love of You (from him) Line count 27

To be with you,
to talk to you
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