George Duncan

Marketing copywriter/consultant, author

Poetry

Naomi and the Night

The myriad shimmering eyes look down
And in the city’s mirror her laugh reflects
Waking the still night air.

A streak of gold comes to my shoulder and rests
And in the warmth of her and quiet
I know the sweetness of a kiss.

“Naomi and the Night” first appeared in the fall 2016 issue of Smoky Quartz.

 

Song for a Froggy, Froggy Night

At 9:40 P.M, Abbott found a pickup
in the back parking lot of the old ski area.
The driver told Abbott she was listening
to frogs. Abbott arrested her and charged her
with possession of a controlled drug.
—The Monadnock Ledger, May 1, 2011 

Sing to me sweet froggies
     Of life and lovers
     gained and lost.

Sing to me of starry nights
     Of backseat bumbles
     and roses in the morning.

Sing your song in rhythm
     With the cicada
     tap tapping at my window.

 

Route 100, Vermont

Brutish bikes throb boldly
In the morning heat.
Gleaming chrome on black on chrome on black.

Roaring away,
their engines’ mock
The power I feel slipping from my grasp.

 

Do you wonder who I am, Dad?

You come and go.
Sleep and snore.
Leave early in the morning.
Work long hours.
Drive a truck.
Come home late.
Eat dinner.
Go to bed.

But you never say
How was your day, son?
Or even, good night, son.

I know you’re too tired
For a ball game, Dad.
Even though the Yankees
Are all up on my wall.
And you really can’t
Join me on the block.

But you could say  Hello, son.
What’s up?
How are things in school?
But it’s ok, Dad.

I know you’re tired.
You sleep and snore.
Leave early in the morning.
Work long hours.
Drive a truck.
Come home late.
Eat dinner.
Go to bed.

Good night, Dad.

 

Haiku

Jottings

plump dove glides gently to the branch below –
gone!
swift hawk

# # #

Heron standing
standing
standing
swoop!

# # #

At 9:40 P.M, Officer Abbott found a pickup
in the back parking lot of the old ski area.
The driver told Abbott she was listening
to frogs. Abbott arrested her and charged her
with possession of a controlled drug.
—The Monadnock Ledger Transcript, May 1, 2011

peep… peep… peep…
peep… TAP
TAP…TAP…TAP

# # #

warm July night…
fire flowers bloom
beyond the trees

# # #

spring snows
bend
tender branches

# # #

tree peony
blooms in spring
soon fall

# # #

snake in the grass –
twenty-two
skidoo

# # #

Tiny owls snug
side by side
two against the world

# # #

wiggly worm
oops!
early bird

# # #

Mary’s red bird
In the early dark
awakens the dawn

# # #

a million grasses grow in silence
a million blossoms bloom
while I do nothing

 

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George Duncan is a veteran, award-winning marketing copywriter and consultant in Peterborough, New Hampshire. His book, Streetwise Direct Marketing, was published in January 2001. Democracy Held Hostage, a collection of Letters to the Editor from 2004 to 2008, was published in 2009. George has had numerous articles published in marketing and trade publications and on leading Web sites. In 2008 he retired from a 50-year marketing career and today is finding new joy in writing memoir, creative non-fiction, fiction and poetry.

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