Irene C S ClarkHogg


Irene C S ClarkHogg Poems

81. * Tears Of Rain 10/19/2009
82. A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur 9/23/2006
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A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur

I have a little mouse called Arthur
Who gnaws away inside my bones
He is armed with sharp incisors
And metal claws on all his toes.

Today was warm, so Arthur rested
Silly me, I thought he slept
Then, just as I felt complacent
From his hidey-hole he crept.

He's gone to stir up his relations
They're scattered all about my frame
Every year his clan increases
I know them, every-one, by name.

Arthur lives high in my neckbone
He scrambles up and down my spine
Neville nests in my right shoulder
On the other perches...

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Dancing With The Clouds

And so, within the mind of man,
The cauldron spits.
Then births the sprite
Capable of freedom
From confining earth.

Scattered papers on the floor
A ball of string
To take the strain

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