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the morn

by Peter Humphreys

through
the curtains
behind you
the morn light
creeps
slowly
deceitfully
willfully
stealing
the dark
stillness
of the night
as your breasts
rise and rise
as you breathe
my breath
and then
let fall
a sigh
to deny
the silence
of
the morn

click

click

clock

click

a nesting
magpie
calls

02/28/2007

Posted on 02/28/2007
Copyright © 2025 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/28/07 at 03:57 PM

i love this! all of it, the form, the imagery, just...all of it! yeah.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/28/07 at 03:57 PM

got my potd vote :)

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/28/07 at 07:38 PM

That nesting magpie has nothing on you. Who would ever want to move from that spot. Beautiful, delicately produced. Thanks.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/04/07 at 09:24 PM

Beautiful and enigmatic, the moment, the sounds, the "deceitfully willfuly stealing morn". The "nesting magpie" mysterious in its evocations...in Chinese, good fortunes, in other cultures ominous, its species collects and chatters-- sounds like life in all its depth and variety nesting and bringing foth what is to be in the breath of sleep and wake...

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/11/07 at 04:58 AM

Your words and the magpie has stolen my heart. Softly romantic.
~Chelle~

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