Alicia Poems
Alicia and the Gas Pumps
Alicia is standing by the gas pumps
Awaiting the first customer of the day
But no-one stops
She considers this odd
Alicia is the only strawberry blond
In this the county of the cornfields
Alicia in the Cornfields
In a fit of pique
Alicia bleached and cropped her wonderful hair
She then disappeared into the cornfields
And could not be found
Alicia and her Summer Dress
Alicia is standing by the gas pumps
In her finest summer dress
But no-one stops
She considers this odd
As June is the warmest month
In this the county of the cornfields
Alicia’s Gaze
As winter sank slowly into a gentle spring
Alicia trapped early butterflies in her homing jar
She used the colourful dusts
From their tender young wings
To highlight the sorrow of her gaze
Oh Superman
Tired after swimming with the detritus of mankind
Polly Polly who sat in her Folly was sitting on grassy bank that overlooked the thin spring sin stream
Her friend Gabriel was standing in the waters which reached up to her narrow waist
I towel myself by the edge of this pool
But I am contaminated
I consider this as I look towards the mountains
Gabriel was sitting on grassy bank that overlooked the thin spring sin stream
Her friend Polly Polly who sat in her Folly was standing in the waters which reached up to her narrow waist
He will return
I realise that he prizes his solitude above all things
But he will return
Oh Superman
2018