three poems

by M. Kelley Peach



To Mr. Ford and the Whimsical Norns

The chorus of Mr. Ford’s

Children sing a song of sorrow.

A dirge voiced in screeching rubber tones.

 

I saw yesterday,

Remorse lying naked in the street.

I saw the people stare

At the man

As he wept.

I saw the people mourn,

Gapingly, the body

Two years unlived.

 

Diaper-clad innocence is so,

O so very sweet

And that is why I ask:

Why the whimsical norns

Do they never weep?



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Maddest fast skater,

travel a chord

to capture

a photon.

Gilt-caged and whistling merrily,

kept in the family room.



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Photo of M. Kelly Peach

BIO: M. Kelly Peach, a denizen of the wild and beautiful Upper Peninsula of Michigan, reads and collects books, bakes, facilitates Ink Society Meetings for a local writing group, and hikes as much as his knees will allow. His author's website is mkellypeach.com. His work has appeared in: Alien Buddha Press (poetry chapbook: Please, Do Not Tap on the Glass), and Translucent Eyes Press (horror novella: The Death of Tintagiles Death). Other works are forthcoming in: Alien Buddha Zine #75 Milestone Edition, U. P. Reader 2025 #9, and Air and Nothingness Press (Our Dust Earth anthology).

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