Nervum Tibulum

Diabolical twitch

in the darkness;

singer in the light.

 

I’ve come to

 

winking at the fly,

its odd caress

and back of a turbulent sea;

 

and whistling

over wings

of a wet gnat.

 

At day

I load my beanbag

with the cat

 

and another three yak

 

of what they

kiss and kill

at their backs.

 

At night

I shake the moon

as I fit fit fit

 

and FALL,

like death over lark.

 

2017

 

Vicky Curtin

Author: Vicky Curtin

I am a poet who paints and draws - originally from Auckland; now living in the Waikato.

3 thoughts on “Nervum Tibulum”

  1. interesting description of the fly.. and the juxtaposition of those two things. the immense weight of one and it almost nonexistence of the other

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