Three Poems by Stephen Philip Druce

 

PEN FOR ME A FOUNTAIN

Pen for me a fountain -

a watercolor vessel,

a cartoon cat crescendo

in a jigsaw sparrow wrestle,

a crinkled sitar interlude -

an arching escapade,

a peeling potion scissored

in a scamper marinade,

pen for me a fountain -

an icicle precession,

a stream of marching embers

in a hanging straw confession,

atomic sitar deserts -

a clustered cactus folly,

a rustling herd of thunder

in a lashing sodden jolly,

pen for me a fountain -

a pollen mist regatta,

a wilderness of chapters -

a jangling limpet harbour,

in a lather tip toe tapestry

of waterfall finesse,

the curdled voodoo violins

embroider to undress,

pen for me a fountain -

a valley storm quintet,

a fluttered feather dalliance -

a dewdrop jelly set,

like alphabetic ribbons -

a starry stitch amok,

in a lampooned ocean lullaby

the phoenix patterns flock.

WHERE THE MUSIC DROWNED

The sunsets played their violins -

the alley cats on double bass,

the tree tops plucked on mandolins -

the night time trumpets knew their place,

the street lamps sang in baritone -

the lemon pipes - a crooning yellow,

hurricanes blew saxophones -

a distant thunder played piano,

the rescue sirens added flute -

the snowflakes danced to drum machines,

the clocks in key - they followed suit -

as beating suns shook tambourines,

the midnight chimneys harmonized -

the echo bridges whistled tunes,

the rain guitars electrified the dogs

to bark through cloud bassoons,

a scarecrow wind of castanets -

a rodent busked the underground,

the moon it dropped a clarinet -

in a river where the music drowned.

PLANET MORDAZIUM

On planet Mordazium,

circling flesh machines

grind their juggernaut

limbs like cathedral

castanets,

sea dragon sequels

stiffen fairy tale drunkards

in a meditation froth of

cross legged swamps,

railroad slingshots flame

bedlam vipers into

the sullen gut of

sun goose passageways,

in a reptilian symmetry,

iron messengers drift

through reservoir centuries -

under wishbone bridges

of surrendered skin,

in a timeless fruit wizardry,

carnival veins scuffle 

in a syrupy resurrection

of merry leaf intricacy,

below the cunning wheat,

overthinking clock hands

conceal slow-burning villains

in a trapdoor composure of

bladed tranquility,

as headless servants

buckle in a honeydew 

of squalid chance.

Stephen Philip Druce - Is a fifty eight year old poet from Shrewsbury in the UK. His poems are planet based. They describe the events that take place on the planets that exist in his imagination. His work has been published in the UK, India, Canada and the USA. He has written for London theatre plays and BBC Radio 4 Extra.