One Poem by Bernard Pearson

 

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.