Monday, January 25, 2021

Our Vines Have Tender Marsupials - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Our Vines Have Tender Marsupials

 

In summer the ‘possums come seeking my garden

In grey winter they come seeking dog food

Tonight they cling high up in the bare vines

Hiding from the dachshunds snuffling below

 

All the animals’ eyes stare back at the flashlight

Unsure of their duties in the misty rain

Whether to climb, to move, to bark, to hiss

And so we all pause to ponder the mysteries

 

Fear, hunger, confusion, artificial light –

Pretty much metaphors for the covid time

 

(The title is a play on Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, MGM, 1945)

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