Five Poems

By Bel Kelly

i.

I live on Hope Street –

Misery makes no Home of Me.

ii.

Cats, in all their Delightful Simplicity,

Know nothing of death, or God,

or Bio-Neuro-Chemistry.

It is this blissful Ignorance, then,

that makes them Despots over Men.

iii.

My God is in the Autumn Air,

Flowing through my best friend

Daisy’s Dyed Black Hair.

I only found her when I looked:

Where are you, God? Oh, Where?

iv.

She Dealt her Pretty Words like Cards

could take and shuffle a loser hand

and Uno! with an Ace of Hearts.

v.

I am the unblinking sun,

The Sour Clementine.

You, My Satellite, My Moon –

My Citrus Touch: you’ll shine.