Poetry of Timothy McNeal

Fall 2005
~All Souls´ Day~
~Brass Premiere~
~red white and blue~
~ Zombies Sunday~

(1)
All Souls´ Day

Lovely ladies, like
of old, clutching at umbrellas like
troopers at their parachutes, with looks like
weeping windscreen wipers.


(2)
Brass Premiere

In the evening then
her slender figure in that long black gown,
her fair plait glimmering,
her trumpet pressed against
her breast,
her belly breathing and
her baby blues face
promising.


(3)
red white and blue

susquehanna shenandoah names of
blood and beauty

waves are dying on the
riverbanks

wandering clouds upon the
riverbeds

caressing voices
white with weeping


(4)
Zombies´ Sunday

This
long row of old
faces
at the breakfast bar,
spooning off the
chiming of the
church bells.



poem copyright 2005Timothy McNeal

c 2005 donna dixon