Alison Cassidy Poems

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Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body

My First Orgasm

it wasn't
for want
of regular experimenting,
but somehow

A Pocketful Of Sympathy

A pocketful of sympathy
Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing

A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning

On this moisty Under Milkwood morning
I walked buoyantly,
through late summer bush.

A Son Is Born

I place the peonies on the windowsill -
a perfect present for the new mum,
flushed and furry-eyed on the unmade bed.

I Love Red

RED balloon
floating through frames
of Thirties celluloid

! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day

And on that last Mothers Day,
when the birch leaves
fluttered pale gold,
and the magpies chortled

! ! A Practical Kind Of Loving

Your perfume lingers on my clothes,
like the image of your small determined face.

You watched me hug him – your husband of sixty odd years;

Autumn Poems

Crisp morning
Walking the dog
The sky blushes with russet light

Sad Is Stupid

I'm sorry you're sad

'I'm not sad.
Don't use that word.