Archive for March, 2016

Glass Table

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 21, 2016 by dc

Elbows on
A glass table
Late at night,

The other voice

The candles
All flicker,

Skin slides

And a third voice
With the truth.

Huddled Around Extracts

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on March 9, 2016 by dc

Wars end all murmured

And the victors traipse
Through smoking fields,

Blackened and charred
Like their old battle songs,

Monochrome melancholy.

The ripped sky
And the cracked moon
Roll towards sorrow,

Echoing blind
And howling
Like wolves,

Rumbling wild
As blood soaks the earth;

And here we all are
Huddled around extracts,

Unsung around history,
Befuddled by myths,

The lessons never learned
And their unctuous retellings,

Dwelling on misery,
Horror and shame,

A million swan songs
Uncut and unanswered,

World weary scars
Written large.

They’re a Fading Force

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 2, 2016 by dc

They’re a fading force

But still they gather
Outside the chip shop
All greasy laughter
And beer burps,

Soldiers in peace time
Exercising their rights
To whistle and spit,
Bellow and sing.

Their chests
Out puffed
Their stomachs
Many moons ago,

They used to be worshipped at weekends,

Their arse cracks used to shine.