Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

Scampering Bag

 

Last time I saw her cry, now she’s back

Twice the tears of a broke scampering bag

Fell down on one knee with a burning flag

Irish Catholic Penny Journal stays on the back rack

Laureling scarlet wet Irish face rag

Almost caught in a churl drag

Off again to walk with Jack?

Her mires steps puffing blew

 

 

 

 

 

Night Cable

 

Golden Dogs lay chase to the Silver Jackrabbit

Shadows broke over her shabbily

Dangle with her shadow of night cable

Women still work after being cut from his favor

Resolutely required but unable

Tell her ghost story of gumption tabor

She answered in a low voice unstable

Pitch dark stroke of twelve barbeque on my Weber

 

 

 

 

 

Traipsing Abby

 

Mulchy traipsing Abby

Sepulchers scanning a broke Cabot

Foggy evening finding the rabbet

Walked the Balls Bridge with Cabbie

Dogs tipped their hats to Tabby

Postal office enveloped habit

Silver among the grey jackrabbit

Hovering shadows Tombs shabby

 

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