A Poem For The Stranger In The Backyard

The deck light stamped the shed with a shadow

A sir-height, and ma’am filled. A girl unusual.

Cornered, single and singled out by the damn spot,

Her tracing untidy, and spread against the grassy plot

 

Lone life, lone death. The suns’s jaw itches to a close

In a few hours, no more, no less --  it’ll approach.

But until then I join her, on the deck my shadow burgeons

Against that same shed and grass. It tidy and virgin. 

Reviews

[John Anderson]

beautifully expressed. Well done!

[Vian]

Very beautiful. I love your description "A sir-height, and ma'am filled" Its quite genius. Very unusual but perfectly clear at the same time. I love the dichotomy of your shadows, the messy girl shadow and the narrator's clean virgin one. "Cornered" makes me think that someone is on that deck with her, some one not illuminated by the light, someone mean and predatory. In my opinion she was raped and the narrator saw. I wonder what your true intention was?