TWO WORK POEMS.
1. Mantis.
The forklift driver mounted the back of the mantis. It raised its arms in ecstasy to the sky.
“Watch Out Vic I” t warned him.
“Don’t get too involved.
“You know what the mantis does to her mate!”
2. Strange Journeys.
The timber warehouse, the smell of pine
and I am walking the dark woods on a
silent carpet of pine needles. An
overladen branch sheds its quiet snow.
I am awakened and move on.
The Philippine Mahogany. Incense. Spice.
The hot rain-forest,
Frangipani,
Scarlet Birds…
“Wots this? Wots this? LOOK!
“The silly bastard is sniffin’ the wood!”
H. St.V. Beechey 1980