Four Poems

Hello friends,

Four poems again this week. Enjoy! (And please purchase The Robots of Babylon! I need the sales…).

MOON SONNET

The Moon,
despite
its white
lagoon,
has strewn
tonight
blue light,
maroon
by dawn
and lost
to sun —
withdrawn,
like frost
unspun.

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NIGHT (Anagram-Tanka)

Oh, instead paint gloom:
At night, some old piano.
A pained, moonlit ghost.
The dim sonata pooling
a poem in light and soot.…

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CINDERELLA (Palindrome)

Won, kill a hymn in me:
Loss. A will. A ball!
It tore boot, too....
Flee!
Hot, stuck, sat one cinder’s burn:
Ella frets, is a fire he’s in.
Go certify, so care, play —
O, royal, per a cosy fit, recognise her!
If a sister, fallen, rubs red, nice not, 
ask cuts to heel, foot too be rot.
Till a ball,
I was solemn in my hall,
I know.

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DREAMS (Palindrome by Word)
 
Dreamed I, where stars
were blues and greens,
those dreams of death,
the death of dreams.
Those greens and blues
were stars, where I dreamed....

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