Three Poems

Hello friends,

Three poems this week. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work: my latest book, The Robots of Babylon, is a huge 50% off until the end of July!)

THE YETI SPEAKS
(whose two halves use the same letters, in the same order):

Yetis talk.
The mist rides Everest,
rides, climbs — tart, Lethean.
I’m alone, yet I rise.
Snow’s 
ink 
slopes.
See the saga....
In its peaks:
Yetis' laughter.
		
Yet I stalk them.
I stride severe strides,
climb —
startle the animal.
One yeti rises —
now sinks,
lopes,
seethes.
Again, it speaks....
Yet I slaughter.

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MY PETS (Palindrome)

Dog.
A sad dog
or fat cat.
Nine dragons
(no garden intact).
A frog,
odd as a god.

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This last poem is a Shakespearean sonnet in amphibrachic tetrameter, with alliterations on the first two beats of each line and on the last two beats of each line.

MY UNUSUAL PETS (Sonnet)

My parakeets perch on the Church for Enchanters
and whistle like wizards refining their force.
My labrador, leaving the corridor, canters —
she tangos... until, on the hill, she’s a horse.

A symphony sings on the wings of the wizards,
inducing the dream of a dissonant dance:
My badgers lambada with lunatic lizards.
My foxtrotting foxes return in a trance.

The cats in the kitchen bewitch with a waltz,
while mystical mice and the shadowy shrew
fandango — like druids, advancing by vaults
through meadows of marigolds dripping with dew.

This prancing of pets speaks a luminous lingo.
Flamingos flamenco. They dazzle my dingo.