Cartoon © Guida Godinho

 

TWO POEMS BY JULIEN EDMUND MOSS

 

Prelude To Soil

 

Drunk off the waters of Lethe

I remember harangues set against

A fugue which was transmitted

Through an ondes Martenot

 

I, having not known of the letter,

Planted ‘neath the soil- your womb

In utero, my seed

A blackened child

Her new framed lullaby

Delivered to St. Peter

A weed of doubt stuck deep in my mind

 

 

Death On Commute

 

The winter winds moaned

And wailed away, hitting my face

And the sleek icy spite, Was

Siphoning sighs out of me

As I ran in the last moments…

 

The white discs resting

Piquant upon my face,

Death’s eyes, as

My blood slowed,

I was caught up-

Left behind

 

I should

Have stood…

Her; Wanton-

Ly Way-

Laid

 

 

© Julien Edmund Moss