Lament For A Dog's Mistress

Her home is mute.
Rooms depend on
sounds repeated
expected
when least expected
like the click of nails
on bare floor
intercepted
by the surface of rugs.

Her home is barren.
Rooms depend on
shapes filling space
in familiar places
there, here, behind,
before and alongside
where her hand
halliucinates
on yesterday's touch.

by Mary Trey

Comments (2)

Well Mr Spurr, or whoever you are, by trying to rate Thomas Hood - you have gone rather far! FOR THESE ARE CLASSICAL POETS, MEANT TO BE APPRECIATED, AND NOT TO BE RATED - BY LESSER MORTALS LIKE US! I AM A STUDENT OF ENGLISH LITERATURE MYSELF, BUT WILL NOT DARE TO GRADE, SIMPLY TO PROVE MY IMMATURITY OR MY IGNORANCE!
very good i prefer the older poetry