“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Thirty-Two


I’m a green shape

under chaffinch-trees.

Mistletoe holds my hands

in twos and threes.

While the hot sun’s here

and the heat-wave flurries,

winter- or summer-clear

it’s all snow-berries

and the nip of chaffinch-song

though something’s wrong:

Somewhere riding a cluttered harbour

the ferry sings no thanks.

The end of toil’s an empty spur

on a pay-list’s teeming ranks;

simpler to burn the human down

to an average sensual beast

than play the tragedy-fool or -clown

and withdraw him from “the least”,

though here and there a chaffinch song

in the nip of evening-berries –

out in a stretch of mountainous wrong

the sinking or riding ferries.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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Written by Jonathan Finch