Two poems: THE LOVE and THE SPRING

Two poems: THE LOVE and THE SPRING

THE LOVE

Love is a canine breed,
a poodle, without doubt.
With a coiffed and curled mane,
A fluffy, dainty sprout.

On a leash it saunters by,
beside the blooms of Eden;
Baying only at behest,
cringing at the sound of our tread.

With raucous, rosy tones,
the coquettes prance and preen,
past vitreous swans on display,
and our alien feline dreams.

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THE SPRING

Cupid, with wings askew,
trudges through the wood
his green galoshes caked with mud.

He gets stuck with his wings in pine tops
and swears, makes tugging
movements in his corset.

He sits down, panting,
wiping the sweat from his forehead
with a handful of bark.

Then he slowly dips
his arrows in the moss and
terrifyingly yanks off
his suspenders.

But the maidens, the maidens,
don bulletproof vests,
when, in spring’s early morn,
they drift through the wood,
bestowing us their fecundity,
a burden we bear with glee.

Martijn Benders, from: Karavanserai, 2008, Nieuw Amsterdam Publishers.
Available soon as part of my ‘Tract of the Sun’ collection.

By their shhhroom shall ye know them

M.H.H. Benders is a most recognised poet of his generation, a student of the universal mycelia,  Amanita Sage and mycophilosopher. He wrote sixteen books, the last ones at the Kaneelfabriek (Cinnamon Factory). He is currently working on ‘SHHHHHHROOM a book on mushrooms and the Microdose Bible, which is an activation plan to restore your true identity coming next year. Keep in touch!

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