Poetry by Jeff Green


Pass the brandy.

by cricketjeff on March 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Looking down is rather surprising
I thought I had legs there
Apparently not

Looking down is rather frightening
I thought there was the ground
But it isn’t there

Looking up is elating
Sky sky and more sky
Wide and empty

Then I hear your voice
Which is odd really
I don’t remember you being there
But it is your voice

It’s colder than I thought
up here
Are you cold?
You don’t say just shout
as you see things
you thought you’d never see

I see them too
But my back hurts
And I need a cup of tea
Perhaps the bumble bees keep brandy
Underneath the daffodils