Dorothy Pugin

Rookie (27 April 1965 / South Africa, living in the UK for the past 10 years)

Feinting At Hampstead Heath - Poem by Dorothy Pugin

I lie under leaves
of grave oak trees
and dodge the sieved sun
I shift my head
and blink my eye

a fearless sun
and an oak
no match
I am stuck
with a pin
like a fly
right through.

Comments about Feinting At Hampstead Heath by Dorothy Pugin

  • (6/6/2006 8:30:00 PM)

    The nicest thing about getting a comment on one's poem is that it points to the commenter's poetry. This is such a resonant work - images of the god of the oaks, sacrifice, the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - spring to mind. And even then, I'm sure I never discovered the secret of your song. That's the mark of a true work of poetry. Lovexx, Will (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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