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POETRY
The Boy & His Cat
She danced in the early sun,
And kissed the morning dew.
While the young boy watched in wonder,
Under the shade where the clivias grew.
Across the steppingstones they skipped,
And followed a cheerful voice.
Upon the branch of a bottlebrush tree,
Sat a robin in full rejoice.
In the afternoon they rested,
From the scorching summer heat.
An African Monarch fluttered by,
And landed effortlessly at their feet.
The sun then made its lazy decent,
Behind the hills and out of sight.
As the sky was painted purple and red,
The boy cried ‘Shepard’s delight!’.
One by one the stars magically appeared,
The pale white moon above high.
Together they sat for hours on end,
And gazed up at the velvet sky.
That night the boy made a wish,
As he took off his brown summer hat.
Oh, what a time and what a place,
For a young boy and his cat.
The Velvet Monkey
(For Mr Wilde)
I’m the velvet monkey,
The king of the trees.
I do what I want,
I go where I please.
All you ignorant prigs,
With your fatuous views.
I’ll outwit you with words,
I’ll dazzle and amuse.
Make way for the new,
You’re out-dated and old.
Stultifyingly dull,
While I’m bright and I’m bold.
With my glamorous garbs,
And sparkling façade.
You say I’m outré,
But I’m the new avant-garde.
I’ll whisper, not shout,
While the rest of you chat.
Words that cut and draw blood,
Now hang your hat on that.
For I am the aesthete,
Of the Aesthetes.
I’m constantly dreaming,
While the rest of you just sleep.
Virgin In The Window
We wondered through the city,
With our heads up to the sky.
Children in bliss following a secret trail,
One warm summers eve in July.
Suddenly down a soundless street,
To our very surprise,
A sight of infinite beauty,
Fell upon our eager eyes.
As we gazed upwards
The whole street aglow
There stood a virgin in the window
For only us to show
Her naked body quivered,
As we watched in sheer delight.
Her skin so immaculate,
Bathed in bright yellow moonlight.
A creature so exquisite,
Where did she come from?
And just as she miraculously appeared,
So suddenly was gone.
No other soul did see her,
Only us and us alone.
And so we slowly made our way,
To our sleepy beds at home.
As we lay wrapped in each others arms,
We smiled and both let out a sigh.
The sky was full of stars that night,
One warm summers eve in July.
Written by Brett Howell