Kevin Cowdall Poems

I mark the erratic progress
of a fluttering butterfly;
dipping and bobbing,
a dash of creamy-white
...

Appearing suddenly
from the shadows
beneath the hedge,
it scurries in short
...

Snow fell gently overnight,
settling everything around
in an even mantle of white.
...

A backward glance revealed
the path of our footprints across the sand;
a Morse-like string of dots and dashes,
leading from the steps across the deserted beach
...

The photograph lay
Dusty and aged,
Upon a shelf,
Forgotten.
...

The sun was out in force when we arrived
and it felt somehow incongruous -
as if there should have been heavy rain
and perhaps the threat of thunder
...

A languid childhood summer,
timeless in its innocent pleasure.
A hedgerow clothed with dusty speckles;
black, purple and crimson,
...

A solitary chaffinch
declared dominion over our garden
and set its throne amid the
bare branches of a winter-brooding tree.
...

Life is peopled with
one-dimensional characters
slightly out of synch:
while death is merely
...

Like a white lace
whatnot
slowly turning grey -
an insubstantial
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