deep breathing

fire in the heater

footy on the box

chilling in the lounge
with my legs up

it’s a reclining chair
and I
am fully laid-back

look outside
the window shows
rain transformed
to sleet now
to snow
blowing around
like leaves down
from their autumn trees

I took the lid off
the red wine
I like it better
when it has a chance
to do some breathing

like me
it’s a Sunday afternoon
and I am
lying back and just
deep breathing


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #32: tba

selection

in his sleep
he flared a match
then set alight
the wick
of a beeswax candle

in the quiet night
he wandered the hall

every room he passed
enlivened
briefly
into movement
and colour

psychodrama enacted
as the flicker from his taper
touched

transformed

here
a flight
astride the eagle

next
the desert
and the sky

there
the sound of metal struck
by a shovel
at the bottom of an excavation

he walked on by
inspecting scenarios

scenarios

more scenarios

he walked on by
ready
at any time
to be halted

ready any time
to receive the call

of the right
tonight
scenario


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #31: deep breathing

quickly: a taper

the world
goes quickly by
a switch
has replaced the taper

and the light of suns
in LED
reveals
almost everything

even neon
has come and gone
just a gas once more

while I
write candles
against the night

to flicker
as my mind
also flickers

and casts soft light
where harshness
lies still
hidden

candles
to flutter the dark
like a life lived
just outside the fragile flame

I am
a slow one
as the world goes
quickly by

the fast
I am too slow
to see

the urgent is
a nervousness
that plays
just beneath my skin

I turn away

to
a quiet light
a quiet life
a taper

match to wick
I set shadows free
to watch them dance


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #30: selection

falling leaves (for Susie)

the leaves are coming down
for Susie
she will not rake them up
today

they fall in colours

yellow
pink

and rosy red

covering the green
with shades of warm

covering
a pillow for her head
a blanket for her bed
we’ll heap them high for her

Susie raked them
year on year
but now
that time has passed
as fleeting as Autumn days
that lead to Winter

and she
won’t rake them
anymore
though they still tumble
through the air

the leaves
coming down
for Susie


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #28: nothing

of the unknown

I thought I heard
a creeping sound

I thought I heard
encroachment

it made me stop
to gaze about me
wondering

I caught a glimpse
just
a brief suggestion
there
of movement

and when I looked
oh my oh dear
the shadow

Mshadow

who was that
shading my doorstep
why has he come
to haunt me

did I do wrong
oh
what does he want
why
is the specter encroaching

forgive me please
I did not mean
to offend

no
no

but
what is this

no ghost at all
it is my young friend
the magpie

mshadow2

hurrah
oh bliss
I feel so relieved
for a time I thought …
well
you know

I thought my time was done
but it was just the magpie
and not the lord
of the dark unknown


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #26: returned to the sun

forging a memento

with a hand outstretched
he approached
the warmth

more intense
as he moved nearer

watching
fully mesmerized

closer closer
from warm
to sear

the dance
drew him
as a compulsion

he could not withdraw

the finger
so sensitive
extended

one touch

so

a broken spell

it was only once
but so impassioned
the burn
some salutary news

but the fever
of the dance
just once

just once

a memento
to re-touch
re-call
through all his life


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #25: of the unknown