Anne Cunningham Poetry

07/07/2016

Walk on dry sand and
Beware: the next wave may be
bigger than the last.

07/05/2016

Barney on the Beach

Quagmire dog-mired in slip-stick sludge
a streaking stink of belly-up crab.
Drips ooze.
Eyes flickering with a dangerous light:
lantern on the rocks on a black, black night.
Sand- dusted
salt-crusted
wheeling in the mirror of a gull in flight.

18/10/2015

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18/10/2015

Threads.

Hard steel and black tar threads
of road and railway
cross the land.
Close the windows
- tinted -
and let the music play.

Whilst the walkers let their bags drop
-lives lived along the way -
and home is here today.
Where anger sours the sunset
and hopelessness howls like a dog
and despair grows like weeds on the roadside
and a bundle of rags is a man
and daybreak slides in with monotonous ease
and fear rustles a song that stinks the breeze.

Close the windows and let the music play.

13/03/2015

Spring arriving in Portugal.