Old Mr. Prickly Pin

Old Mr. Prickly Pin
[For Beatrix]

You know that the blue is clashing so.
Tell us all who loaned you those shoes.
Hiding the sides of them now, are you?

Not a bit of it...

Brother, how your heels were clicking.
The jigs reeled, and you swung many a miss.
Whence the reticence now then, Prickly?

Let me catch my breath...

The grandness of it all caught up to you?
Rising above your station you were. Tell us.
Thinking yourself above the species rodent?

Please, lads… [Accepts a drink offered.]

The last one you swung sailed off in a swoon.
By God, the one before fainted straightaway.
I daresay I see sweat on your whiskers.

Hush. Give me some air, you imbeciles.

He grabs a girl as the fiddler strings his bow.
My back paws were sore is all.
The sun rose before Prickly danced them all.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

No and Yes

No and Yes

Was I wrong to question the wobbly nature
of your No as a waffling in the maybe?
A quivering in the perhaps of it all?

The eight yeses of your fingertips on my
back, thumbs reaching into heaven
say what I refuse to conclude, yet know.

I make you mine, just then.
An iceberg hitting the unpenetrated vessel.
How good that I am already, forever yours.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Take Me To The Mercury

Take Me To The Mercury

My therapist says I need more time in the cooker.
A decent living, this talking is. She's an advocate
of electricity as a last resort.
When all the while I've been saying Take me to
The Mercury --
and I'll be fine.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Blue

Blue

Green of the sky, green of your eyes.
Blue of the grass, blue.

Of treetops purple seems right.
A boat passing, of no colour
rips waves of grey.

What can I see, for what it is
without you?

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --