After Larkin

So used to the knottedfist smashing into my belly I almost come alivewhen yet another hypothesisis revealed to be deeply flawed. And then, like Larkin I say“Next, Please”,wearily as future illusionsflicker in the distancebeyond my half-closed lidslike the afterimagesof a storm that never was. Poetry by (C) Nin Harris, 2012 — . All Rights Reserved. Continue reading After Larkin

The Unicorn Poem

Digital Painting by (c) Nin Harris 2010– I used to fear unicorns would run away from me,because I had lost the innocence of sunrise-tinted meadows,the first blush of dawn reflected on billowing white gowns. Now I roam the marshes, sometimes in watermaiden green,others in tunics of the deepest, most tragic purple. Some days I dance … Continue reading The Unicorn Poem