Three Poems

FALLOW FIELD

Left open to wildlife and the sky
At first a shyness comes, a dying off
Thin bouquets, fit only for jars
A landing field for birds passing by.

An old art movement, the wrong length of hem
Or discontinued practices from far and wide
Early psychiatrists, Freud's dog's opinion of
The master dying in his marriage bed.

Old tracts and sulphur tabards, rotted pikes
The heads have fallen from like schismatic seeds
Words long uttered meant to cross and pierce
Recipient hearts that turned away their heads.

THE SERVANTS' QUARTERS IN QUEEN MARY'S DOLLS' HOUSE

How well the plain wears.
The butler's room seems so
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