2 poems from Donal Mahoney – “Plagiarism” and “Scrivener’s Cauldron”

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Plagiarism

I’d never steal a poem
or any of its shining facets
but I’d take the mood

a poem is born in
if the poem is smiling.
A lot of poems smile

but lately mine
can only scowl.
So when I read
 
a poem written  
in the daylight by
a soul who’s

painting clouds
against a brilliant sky
as if the clouds

were butterflies
too lovely to let go
and fly away,

that’s the mood
I want with me
every midnight

in the basement
when I feed the ghosts
I can’t allow upstairs.

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Scrivener’s Cauldron

It’s a fire hazard, really,
my wife keeps telling me,
the cauldron that I keep
bubbling in the basement
with its steaming stew of
nouns and verbs but no
adjectives or adverbs
because they’d destroy
the flavor, I remind her.

Whenever I go down
the basement I stoke
the embers roaring
underneath the cauldron
then strain the stew
until I find a noun
or verb tastier
than those I have
simmering upstairs.

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Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his earliest work can be found at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/
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Watch this space for more great poems from Donal 🙂 (Valeri Beers)

 

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