Thank you to Makaitah Rogue for publishing my poem “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” as a guest post on her blog. To view the post please follow this link, https://makaitahrogue.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/guest-post-by-k-morris/
An itch, once scratched may sleep
But will creep
Back.
The flame
Inflames
And we lack
The will
To be still
So tease
And please the inflammation.
Anticipation
Grows
And on dainty toes
Enters, and does prettily sigh,
“Try
One more time,
For to scratch an itch is truly divine”.
We pine for pleasure,
Act on desire, then repent at leisure.
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There was a young man called Shakespeare
Who said, “I have no fear
That I can write a play”,
So he scribbled away,
Which kept him in shoes and beer!
Sunlight slants through branches.
The ethereal girl dances
As the poet romances
Her
Out of the summer air.
The trill
Of an evening blackbird
Is heard.
Then without a word
She is gone,
Though in his heart she lives on.
Perchance
She will dance
Once more
When Autumn winds roar,
And clothed in russet gown
We will lie down
And forever, sleep
There was a young lady called Anna
Who swallowed a very large spanner.
When the doctor tried to fix her
She said, with a glare,
“I will mend myself with that spanner”!
There was a young man called Bert
Who was a terrible flirt.
He met a girl one day
Who to his dismay
Knocked him down in the dirt!
There was a young lady called Nell
Who, feeling unwell
Went to see a doctor named Locke.
He said, “Knock, Knock,
I have a terrible joke to tell”!
There was a young lady called Amanda
Who went to school with a panda.
The teacher did say,
“Take your pet away,
To you I refuse to pander”!
—
There was a young lady called Amanda
Who went to school with a panda.
Her teacher said
As he scratched his head,
“Is that your panda Amanda?”
A bizarre
Dream of a runaway car,
As real
As this desk I feel.
A mad man driving,
Me striving
To get out.
No point to shout.
Me on the phone.
The driver alone
In his crazed head.
We stop, I am not dead.
A few incoherent words are said
By one
Who is in his mind far gone.
I stay.
He moves away.
—
A day breaks much like any other.
Soon I may discover
What man drove that phantom car
And who we really are.
Perhaps he is me
And I am he …
K Morris - Poet 