Christine De Luca
Christine De Luca Poems
|1.||Existential paraglidin in Turkey||10/20/2016|
|4.||Brekken Beach, Nort Yell||10/20/2016|
|5.||St Ninian's Isle||10/20/2016|
|6.||Whatsoever things are lovely||10/20/2016|
|11.||A Child's Calendar of Feasts||10/20/2016|
|13.||The Morning After||10/20/2016|
|14.||A Month on the Mile||10/20/2016|
|16.||A Little Nap Rap||8/1/2015|
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A Little Nap Rap
A little nap rap
When I got home one evening
to my cosy living room
I found a squirrel at my table
and a hedgehog with a broom.
A fox switched on the hoover,
beat my doormat with his tail,
while the squirrel did the kitchen
with a mophead and a pail.
The squirrel was all prickly
and the hedgehog had a tail,
the fox was dressed in tartan
while her coat hung on a nail.
The squirrel used the pulley
as trapeze, from side to side;
the fox slid down the banister,
the hedgehog did a glide.
My floor was very shiny
for Gabriel Lalonde, artist, Québec
At da stert, dey wir a makkin o wirds.
Some o da aerliest wis shurley 'haem'
an wirds for seekin hit whan lost; for
whan horizons mizzle awa, an aathin is
shadit greys. For whan we can scrime
nedder sun trowe ask nor starn trowe
clood. Or, at sea, whan hoops draps