Tag: Kipling

Missing mishka

When the body that lived at your single will,With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);When the spirit that answered your every moodIs gone–wherever it goes–for good,You will discover how much you care,And will give your heart for the dog to tear… Though… Continue Reading “Missing mishka”

a decline and fall

A poem for late summer and Sunday’s Poetry Pantry

Japanese anemones

“I brought you these. Anemones. From the garden. Better last year“ blanched blank faced gone with the wind my sentences tap out coded conversation – then a flicker of recognition “Japanese” “Comes up like thunder Outer china..”* Kipling and plantswoman buried deep and accurate… Continue Reading “Japanese anemones”