Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Nov 7, 2007 at 07:24 o\clock

New Zealand mist

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Nov 7, 2007 at 07:09 o\clock

Ruth by A B Jackson

Ruth Ruth at sunrise, grooming horses.
The bit, bridle, curry-comb of love
was her business.

Simeon skulked around indoors,
consulted Qabalah, threw sticks,
anything to improve sex.

Clouds were locomotive smoke,
camels or torn pillows,
the imperfect

science of moodswing or a god
in evidence everywhere, the veil
obscuring male from female.

Ruth gathered apples. The Elohim
stamped in their stalls.
Copyright  AB Jackson