Nathan Thompson

Four Lipogram Sonnets from A Haunting

by the banks of a Transylvanian waterfall

after the party       a cry went up
not the same       one said       things we can’t eat
       outside your hut wolves grasped they were not safe
and howled their lateness
                                                  since the moon is high
there are worse things to do than sleep       ‘dream days’
       wounds are not punctures       calm and windless       creatures
hang upside down at a handkerchief’s whim
shoo       we can only open fire and       you know
       circumstances prevent greater movement
I will relocate my tent       hats will
follow       do you know the way       all this
is sky under low-cast mountains       (picture
the charity of hunters in unsung
demonstration)       put your finger here       press