Igor's Mattress

Park bench at midday
choral songs smooth out a church window,

as a carillonneur clangs away the theme
from Frankenstein impressing me
to seek penitence and relive.

Adam’s turn for the worst cartooned
in colored glass. Trust-issues, serpents

and other major slip-ups

scribbles me to the edge of Igor’s mattress,
where the torches of blood lust burns.

Rivers flush in young girls drifting
like wild roses.

Fay Slimm
That last line gives a stunning end to an impressive collection of poetic observations of life around a midday park bench. Applause again for exciting poetry.

Raj Arumugam
very intense emotions and the imagery power-packed, energetic and very concentrated as always - always so true to your style and art, Yarbrough

Chaos1214
Edgy and unrepentant, but the course of true love rarely runs smooth.