The Hawk Queen Bed 9:02am
Snow White’s dwarfs
go off to work
mining gem stones
every morning
My Husband goes off
to The Salt Mines
of Humanity
& leaves Me to The House
The Cooking
& to My Awaited
Kiss
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am
I open My Window
to the cries of gulls
& flash My Eyes against
the light out over
My Morning Ocean
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
There is safety in talking
about the weather
but not in asking
about the doings of someone new:
“I don’t know the girl —
she writes poetry”
The Hawk En Suit Bath 11:04am
I dried My Head
in a sea of Purple
& looked to see
My Flanks flecked
with galactic lint
or was it the inception
of insects
that I wore?
The Hawk Queen Bed 6:24am
The Sky is aflame
with The Rising Sun
& I have seen multitudinous
stars
at the start
of My Day
July 17, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Your Years are like
a possession —
whatever decade you
happen to be in —
Those Years belong
to You
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:38pm
He lay flat out
My Longest Cat
black before The Window
of The Sun having
gone
The Hawk Deck 11:30am
I Saw A Star Of Blue
within My Field Of Red
It came behind a thought
as I languished in My Bed
It struck Me of A Friend
so very dear to Me:
She is starkly beautiful
and lives in misery
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
I saw A Silver Star
in My Sea of Red
It told Me of My Thought
That Moment in My Head
Joanna Gilman Hyde 