Poetry Drawer: Sonnet CCLXV: Her Pal by Terry Brinkman

Sonnet CCLXV

Mauna stuck in a bottle-neck light
Over her shoulder fly’s a peacock
That’s not COVID aloha for you to rock
How many hearts broken at twilight
Steams of coffee drinking all night
Un-shed tears of a lonely hawk
Shadow-less early morning flintlock
Midnight is my time for walking until daylight
Meadow of a murmuring lizard
Lonely silence of a duck’s quack
Star thrown shadows of a blizzard
Unmentionables torn from the back
Like a grasshopper sticking in the hat of a wizard
Sun was nearing the steeple of Jack

Her Pal

Her pal wears an alabaster grass Ball-Dress to write
Improper overtures of COVID from men
Writing with Tortoiseshell Pens
Gaps between shutters for light
Frost- bound Coachman arrived at midnight
We needed him at ten
Swelling caves aloha in silk hose until then
Insulting to any lady’s double-envelops white

Terry Brinkman has been painting for over forty five years. He started creating poems. He has five Amazon E- Books. also poems in Rue Scribe, Tiny Seed, Jute Milieu Lit and Utah Life Magazine, Snapdragon Journal, Poets Choice, In Parentheses, Adelaide Magazine, UN/Tethered Anthology and the Writing Disorder.

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