Miki Byrne Poems

Eating Noise.


I hear the noise of electricity.
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Empty Nest.

She smooths the bed.
Inches a photograph into place.
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Encounter or The Night I Saved The World.


I was talking to an alien. Small and smooth was he.
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Eventide.

The tide of sleep rolls in.
Fills the coves of my mind.
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Eyes Locked.

Eyes locked. Hands ready.
Co-ordination honed.
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Eyes of the Forest.

The old road...winds. Twists.
Sinuously slithers. Gravel scatters
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Face to Face.


We lie face to face.
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Fairground.

Kaleidoscope of movement.
Whirls. Swoops. Air coiled
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February Lurking.


February, how I hate to see you
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5th Love.

The first was kind. A brick wall. Stolid and thoughtful.
Who never wanted more and was content to live in half-time.
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