Dark
Lord
I
have a friend, who is
a panther
He
knows all about the birds
And
the bees, he catches parakeets,
Rips
their hearts out, still singing.
As
for the bees, he follows them
Climbs
to the hive.
And
with his barbarous tongue,
Licks it clean and leaves It
To
its geometry.
He
gleams in his coat of dusk
Widens,
his night club eyes,
Yet hunter becomes hunted.
He knows
what he knows
Understand
the scent of blood,
But
how will he survive,
In
the clearing, no shaman to protect him,
Just
the Amazon shimmering like
Mercury
between his claws.
Bernard Pearson-His work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone. work coming up in Big Easy, and Orange Blush In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer and Prize winning short story writer.
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