A Selection from Drop Dead Beautiful


Out of the darkness came
the silhouetted stranger
in the deep creased hat.

She watched from the curtain
his knock at the door.
I've come to rob you,

Said his grin. I'm the only
jewel in this house
replied his stammer.

O God, who works us from within
like fist puppets, what now?
Cordon off the walk

With yellow tape. Let no one enter.
The walls are scrawled
with hidden agenda.

There was so much junk
and crash in the trunk,
I thought they might

Over look it but no,
everything has to be explained,
even the tin enamelled cup

Spattered with stars

        --Belle Randall