Lakey Comess

Crest on linen fold, panelling


Purity speaks from a dead letter box.
Concepts of ethical and legal hit endnote, ready for deliberation.


Couched terms abbreviate deception, following break.
                               (Justification appears to be just off-center)


Propriety shivers in the eye of the beholder,
private club shunned by an old customer.


Click glass to search for an object, somewhere imbedded,
priapic, stunned. Hold up the page.

                Warmly embrace the station's alternative;
whole choir collapsed before small scale
                predictable climatic future, ice core, warning myth,
hearing loss, repetitive strain, break up of marriage.


Regard in songs, a moment in history.
Death makes one regretful — at intervals, sorry.


You may find the footage violent.

Flashing lights could lead to closely observed participation,
cruel ways to provoke response, rare preoccupation.

Works in scrithe

Analogous composition,
persistently different.


(Don't mention a word of this)
Rework by axe, uncover by shovel.


Pages travel, forge weapons,
                indelibly inscrutable.

Crossed wires, storied layers,
                brush marks. Skylight occupied,
lightens air, dispatched.

Un-delineated, standard form,
eternal and portable.


Suggestion sharpened early,
"I thought you were there."

Late correspondence,
straight course, imperceptible.

Folded, later sewn,
                lost at short distance.


Rendered less ominous,
time, dependent on system.

                Splice breath across place,
across intersection.


Hoarfrost, still. Shattered door,
possessed hushed, consideration.


Works in scrithe,
calls out hours,
foresees decisions,
blunders westerly,
warps and fades,
pours chattering task,
directs water in parts,
lapses speculate.

Oh, listen.


Burdens abolished,
generations dismantled.
Zenith, meridian.

Varying roughness, reed pen for steel,
duration, numbered between stages,
changes took place. Placed in another realm,
someone speaks. A gain, in motion...

Circles seven times, leading left.

                Semi precious.
                Clear sweep of arm.

Yellow as gorse

Impossible to breath. Here is a shovel.
Here is another outline in ash.

Dangerous people pray for conversion of a minority.
Am I failing you?

Which is true?

Sunflowers combined orange
                with African daisies; marigolds;
                feathery fronds of fern.

Seven rooks and eight civilized seagulls,
                pinstriped tail feathers, natty.

Once upon a time I loved you
                delays killed response. Courage failed.

Lakey Comess, born U S A in 1948, has lived in Israel, South Africa and the Orkney Islands in Scotland and now lives in Glasgow. She has contributed to Versal, Big Bridge, Gulf Stream, Milk, Hutt, Otoliths, Hamilton Stone Review, Mad Hatters' Review blog, On Barcelona blog and other publications, also as Lakey Teasdale.
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