A couple of poems not included in my recent book of poems.
The picture below was taken in Mumbai, India.
( July, 2019 )
pavement cake
Slick city greys
Bayonet black beak
Black beady eyes
and tails
It’s smart rapper
Crow, eating
pavement cake
and moss to go
And my audience
I spy
watching mwa
centre stage
Pale face
with hand bag
Why not
Mr Crow
On stage
of concrete
Marble, bamboo
and mud
There’s cricket
of course, Mr Crow
Entertainment
on the green
*Brown
Pale face
In Mumbai
it’s brown
*(In city park. See pic above.
Might not be grand
but the enthusiasm is there.)
Neil Felton - https://artis.co.nz
The following "Oh Glorious Lady" was special. It was a long time ago and a long way from home. It was written pretty much in one splurt, rhyme and all. Around that time I was avoiding rhyme at all costs which also made it unusual for me. The ego was high, thought I could fly. Hoped I could. I was standing on shaky ground. It's probably the only poem I have written that has been so indelibly imprinted on my mind.
Oh Glorious Lady
you stand so tall
as you tiptoe through
my empty mind
you pick me up
in your feathered tree
with your smile
your eyes so pure to see
you dance and sing
of a fire that glows
that draws me near
that I might hear
your inner voice
of joy sincere
Oh dearest lady
do you wish to share
all this with me
that I may be
with you and see
through peaceful eyes
beyond the mist
beyond all lies.
Neil Felton - https://artis.co.nz