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“Moonlight in Paradise", “Betrayal", “The Countess"...by Eric Burgoyne



Moonlight in Paradise


A vacant lifeguard tower

twelve feet over damp sand

guards long since gone

moonlit clouds softly shifting


sitting on the platform

legs dangling

silent desires masked

by laughs and touches


stars mesh with hotel lights

half a mile up the beach

ukulele, guitar and voices

echo in the humid breeze


ocean reflections forming

a shimmering pathway

dark eyes, crystalline skin

jet black hair, now whispering


teasing sensibilities when

the hoodie with a hunting knife

landed in our nest uniting us

forever as survivors not lovers



Betrayal


Missing child posters like scars

stapled to telephone poles

for weeks then months

her laughing brown eyes


oversized front teeth smile

bouncy dark hair flowing

all over

a proper, blue-collar town


kids, dogs, softball leagues

fist bumps, hugs, PTA meetings

barbecue hazed weekends

it takes a village sort of place

last seen at home then gone


adrenaline finally thinning

sobbing parents no longer in the news

hope dimming, media & search

teams discretely disbanding


K-9 search dogs refusing to budge

from their backyard staging area

until hydraulic shovels & excavators

began digging it all up



The Countess


Her thigh numb from lack

of circulation she shifts

weight from left to right

sweaty blouse and shorts


sticking to her body

now silk with velvet trim

dark matted hair wet with

perspiration a spectacularly


coiffed bouffant with bow

her eyes luxuriate

on the luscious grounds

of the family’s estate


its placid river ambling

through the evening

sleeping alongside

her younger brothers


on the fire escape platform

outside the tenement window

Lower Eastside Manhattan

heat thrusting them to the night



Subway Commuter


The train doors close

and he goes numb


what of the limo and the driver

the hero he expected


by now

satin suits, silk ties


opal cufflinks, polished brogues

polished complexion


now ousted by expensive

jeans, no sock slip-ons


ten-day stubble

passing Canal Street

Penn Station to Uptown

with no respect in his mid-sixties


hanging on a strap as teens

nap in seats and dream


of their futures in the sky

penthouse life, sports heroes


awards, applause

he sways and swivels


around the curves, shifting

his stance for forty years


first name embroidered

above the pocket of his gray

uniform shirt in laundry faded red

he keeps waiting



Struggling Believer


He shouts an expletive

at himself recognizing

the resemblance to his

high school daughter


a cuddle of palm trees

swaying in rhythm casting

caricatures masking

the beach access path


shuffling fronds soften

sweating October sun

men in fluorescent shirts

popping power trimmers


dropping quick cut shrubs

into ragged clumps

the teenage girl walks past

her short smock tossed


carelessly by the breeze

squinting fluorescent eyes

locked on every movement

he sees the breeze in her hair


luridly imagining what lies

below the colorful flows

his shout muffled by hedger buzz

another two-candle night


one at the cathedral

driving home

another on the dinner table

with his wife and kids




Eric Burgoyne is a writing and surfing grandpa living on the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii. He has an MA in Creative Writing - Poetry, from Teesside University, Middlesbrough England. His poems have been published in The Dawntreader, Spillwords, Sledgehammer, Skink Beat Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and elsewhere.

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