scarecrow poetics/essays

Such is...

She wants to eat
He wants to drink
They go their separate ways
He wants to save
She wants to spend
No compromise
They took a walk
He thought a lot
She was content
She looked resplendent
He looked away
They joined their friends
He wants to leave
She wants to stay
Same old story
They stare at houses
She sees a terrace
He sees a bungalow
They never made it
He has the dog
She bought a cat
They have never met.

Srangers meet...

Persuaded
Begged
Succumbed
Entered
Stroked
Slapped
Re-entered
Chastised
Aroused
Sinister
Pleased
Shifted
Ridden
Punched
Choked
Caressed
Eyeballed
Kissed
Drenched
Held
Thrown
Held
Thrown
Gripped
Denied
Ignored
Respected
Rejected
Ejected

Moral code...

Once when I was young
Although not so young
As not to know the moral code
The difference betwixt the right and the wrong
I was on a swift promenade through fields
And the undergrowth belonging to the countryside
Stalking was my mission
As I fixated on pools and runs
Natives to the river
Foreigners to mine eyes
I wanted a trout
I badly wanted to feel the pull on my line
The indication of success and glory
And a reward for my patience
And a punishment for my conceit
A clearing became clear
So I joined the overhanging branches
And the moss covered mounds
Cast aside my pensive state
And delivered my fly to the mouth of a wild brown trout
Ignored by the beast
Not for the first time
I surrendered to failure
Yet a sudden yelp
Indicative of neither man nor beast
Startled my peaceful surround and pierced my ears
I swivelled and turned 180 degrees
To both my surprise and delight
A small downs syndrome child
Was giving hot pursuit to a young gelding
He ran like an olympian
Shouted like a football fan
I laughed for three days solid.

Stephen Monaghan © 2006.