John Kelly

Three Poems

The Toad

The toad made for the pool.
Lumpily, it struggled
like a walking footstool

or the squattest Ottoman.
A coal-man with a leather cowl –
silent, joyless, burdened down.

The black, carbuncled carapace.
The pressured, anxious,
weighted gaze

beneath the hoisted bag of slack.
Andalucía. Anthracite. 
A cruel memory of piggy-back.


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