Dorothy Featherstone Porter

(1954 - 2008 / Sydney)

The Hampstead Heath Toad - Poem by Dorothy Featherstone Porter

It was one of those
beautiful
English summer nights
when levitating
on the moonshine
of a moonlit world
was your entranced lucky
fate.

The lilac shimmer of silent
lakes.
The whisper of ghost fox
through your heartbeat.

But the toad in the hand
stank real.

Stank through his palpitating
skin.
Stank of fear.


Is the fabled hallucinogenic
touch of toads
just as Macbeth
witnessed
a hypnotising snare
of toxic apparition?

What thrilling doors of perception
open
to the musky ooze
of panting paralysed
terror?

Of course
on that silky intoxicating
night
you wanted
and will always want
the toad
to calm down
smell sweet
and give up his phantasmagorical
secrets
generously.

But the toad in the hand
protected himself.

The toad in the hand
stank real.


Comments about The Hampstead Heath Toad by Dorothy Featherstone Porter

  • (10/21/2016 10:35:00 PM)


    A beautifully conceived meaningful poem. Congrats on Poem of the Day. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/21/2016 8:23:00 PM)

    Well-penned
    Congrats for being chosen for the day.... (Report) Reply

  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (10/21/2016 6:42:00 AM)

    The Hampstead Health Toad
    A well written poem rightly selected as poem of the day Dorothy
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/21/2016 1:07:00 AM)

    Musky ooze!
    One of those. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/21/2016 12:36:00 AM)

    Toad
    This poet was a sad loss to our poetic world. This poem is a very good choice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 20, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016


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