five minute poetry

I snuck away from work and sat down to write some five minute poetry instead.

Here is "Mice, Mice" (a poem written at 4:30 p.m. in the study area of the library).

Darkening – the sound of mice against
The hardwood floor of your childhood, and
This great gasp of space,
Nervous feet against moonlit flesh,
The pattering, the brushing, the
Squeak squeak squeak!
You say –
Come here, little creature.
Let me give you a home.

xxx

In the pantry,
Spoons compete with scattered oatmeal dust.
Grit against your tongue,
Metal on your lip.
Your midnight visitor is nowhere to be found.

xxx

When the shadows fall, you will:
Tape the traps to the posts of your bed,
Lay the crumbs on your pillow,
And wait to touch
Soft fur once more.