Gregory O'Brien

Three Poems

Moot and Pixie, a romance

Moot and Pixie, amorous
at Athenree, their names
inscribed freshly

on trig and gate and upended
dinghy. Moot recumbent
stares down

the buried village
of his belly,
commences his

breathless balladry: ‘It is
as if a small tree
has fallen upon me.’

And the grasses sang
as grasses can,
‘Nearer, my god, to thee.’

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