5 SUBMIT
Three Poems
Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle
Sleeping Spell
Before getting into
the little boat
And after disguising himself
from his brothers
Suitcase with a wren’s
bell on your shoulder.
Sleeping Spell
That round won
My family procured
a pianola
For I never saw them again.
Sleeping Spell
Would you like me to go under the gun,
For that traitor Castor’s fatal ruse?
(All lines from dreams)