the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Monday, 28 March 2011

Anita McQueen - Two Poems

THE HUM

Seeing
so many
suffering

I shake
myself
from self-pity

walk to my open window
humming an uplifting tune
on the freeing wind.

VEILS

My father begs me
not to be like my mother

there's so much he doesn't know

shutting myself in my room
waiting for the press of late night

I sneak out my window
like a see-through phantom
in white veils.