Two Poems By Michael R. Burch

Medusa
 
Friends, beware
of her iniquitous hair—
long, ravenblack & melancholy.
 
Many suitors drowned there—
lost, unaware
of the length & extent of their folly.




The Beat Goes On (and On and On and On ...)
 
Bored stiff by his board-stiff attempts
at “meter,” I crossly concluded
I’d use each iamb
in lieu of a lamb,
bedtimes when I’m under-quaaluded.

Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals and set to music by nine composers.