Michael Shepherd Poems

By the flickering candlelight
of the long evenings,
inimical to study so they said
...

I shall miss my pet human, Steve.
I loved to play with him,
hear the gasps from the watching millions,
grinning my big toothy grin,
...

me, the bow,
you, the cello;
me, mc squared;
does it follow,
...

As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hill
to the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,
I saw her waiting to cross.
Or rather, I saw first, her laugh..
...

It's unexpectedly mild this early Spring evening
and I take my glass of beer, cold in the hand,
and slide the patio door open and step out for the first time this year,
feeling like an intruder in my own garden, so strange in the twilight.
...

If I don't
go and
go
when I need to
...

I don't know much about what I'm writing
except that I'm writing;
I don't know much about what I've written either,
except what I read;
...