Archive for July 1, 2016

Their Name Was Calico Dawn

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2016 by dc

A campfire barely burning
Built on someone else’s dreams,

A house out in the country
Devoid of energy,

The grief of something not quite right
Buried in a shallow grave,

Manufactured solitude
And the shunned hip-hip-hooray.

In-between the loops of rising suns
And a thousand well-thumbed maps,

Disasters sprang from stolen books
And the sounds of the railroad tracks,

Their thoughts spent resurrections,
All whispered jamborees,

And inside their battered jewellery box
They collected autumn leaves.