Pamela Silin-Palmer
Decorative Artist, Illustrator and Fine Artist
The Love Poems
of Honniker Winkley


Outing

Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu'd
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

--Hamlet, Act IV, Scene vii

Lying in the lily pool
Afloat above the muck
White skin fused with duckweed
A-honking at the ducks
I drift by feathered willows
A small and lonely boat --
My balooning robe of linen
Is flag, is sail, is float.
The red flat webs of fierce drake
Assault the placid duck
My sad persistent honking
Sends them flying up;
I move into the river
By currents carried on
Past water reeds and muskrat
With tears midst quacking sounds.
The downward pull of mandrake
Tightening round my feet
The amber eye of heron
The proud and oiled grebe --
They know I don't belong here
My honking proves it true
Yet slowly they surround me
Why, P.Q., won't you?First frantic blowing spewing
My face beneath the flow,
Then slowly sucking in and out
Deep and down I go;
My heart alone and lonely
My lungs throb with the swell
I only wish to feed the fish
Farewell, my dear, farewell.

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