Robert Dummett Poems
When Darkness Falls
The moon slides peeling the orange sun.
Seaward seagulls sign a truce of silence,
But cricket has not read the script
And bowls a babble to bats leaving crease
Running out for the night,
Frog, prince of the slime and puffed up like a
Pharisee notes the pitch, pulls no bull,
Hops and tosses a beamer in bass.
The beach buttons up its khaki suit
And sands the galvanize sea smooth,
Save for lover's slaps upon rocky heads;
The lighthouse stands as proud as a phallus-
To ships a friendly flasher,
To buoys a phosphorous professor,
A blast from a ...
Night shifts like the desert sand
Under shadows of the moon,
Pocketing threads of moonlight in clouds
Blown by Zephyr in a zip,
While leaves finger palm excitedly
Savouring delights of a date.
Come, taste the substance of night,
Feel tranquility under the canopy of heaven -