Poems

It must be all the lack of food during Ramadan but I felt overcome to write a poem or two today.
They are my first so no serious critical comments, please.

The first is mildly religious. its called . . . .

Church

I went to church last Sunday,

though I'll never forget the Brukner Motet,
and Bach's Toccata in E sounded magic to me,

I can't remember a word the preacher said,

Who me, Shallow? . . . .

John Mullis October 2007


the second is my recollection of a night safari we did on Africa last year looking for Leopards. which we found . . .

The Leopard

The hot night air tore at my skin
as our jeep sped silently through the Serengeti.

The starless sky pierced only by the sweeping beam of our powerful spot light,
restlessly searching for eyes in the night.

Suddenly, they were there.

Her sleek outline silhouetted briefly in the beam,
Majestic, graceful, elegant, serene -

and way too cool to let on
she knew we were watching.

No struggle, no kill, just the chase and the thrill.

then she was gone again,

light beams flash like huge Jedi swords,
fighting to pick out her image . . . . in vain.

It reminded me of my teenage years.

Skin tight Levi's and hair Brylcreamed down,
Posing and posturing, for some girl down the town.

me pretending I hadn't seen her,

and her, way too cool to let on
she knew I was watching.

No struggle, no kill, just the chase and the thrill.

John Mullis - October 2007