No. 67 Europa Poets' Gazette, November 2009

Beyond Hunger
Beyond the hunger
it waits,
In the twilight,
Still,
Watching
as leaves rest,
Even the breeze
has vanished,
Silent stillness,
Ravenous in this
half light;
It can wait
as long as the eye blinks,
As long as the
longest day,
Vigilant,
With voracious appetite,
It listens to the rain
and counts every drop,
Seeks the weak
in a second of
crying passion,
And then pounces
when defence
is impossible.
© Michael Garrad September 2009
This Face
The sun cuts deep,
And canopy green submits
to shadow, stark,
Shaped by light and breeze,
Hollows of black are eyes,
Nose sharp in profile,
Mouth frozen in grin and grimace,
Trees and bush are this face
Mood dark, stare set,
A human image no more
than prism trick,
Silent, watchful,
Eager to play with broken mind,
Gone with the night,
Or was that the moon dancing?
Pray that slumber is peace,
When black has swallowed this shape,
By dawn, it will glare again,
As clouds clutter around this sun,
Fear the mask in green
For it moves in frightful pattern
with every whimsical element
that is the essence of tireless death.
© Michael Garrad September 2009