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Ghost Wanderers Conduct

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2018 by dc

Ghost wanderers conduct
The long midnight hush

As the river rolls ancient
Through somnolent valleys;

Grey misted memories
Hug onto the banks,

Ornaments of fortune
Glimmer down all quixotic

And autumn rests in its fog,
Cushioning confusion,

Caressing the landscape
All languid and vague,

Amidst the heavenly smell
Of old trees softly sighing,

Their leaves stretching out
In the black wilderness.

Home To Roost

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2014 by dc

Late at night,
Near dawn,

A hollow yawn,
Dry mouthed
And tethered
To the table,

Unable to speak,
Just moans and groans
Like a boxer
Old and broken,

Shades and tones
Of some poor bastard,
A token soldier
Home to roost

Then roasted
Under lamplight.

Empty bottles clinking
As the shaking floorboards
Greet another
Passing train,

It’s either the start
Or the end
Of the gloomiest film
Never written,

Or a plain old excuse
To keep drinking,

As the bells
And the gunfire
Die down

And the ghosts
Start their strange
Wistful singing.

Beginning Begun

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 22, 2013 by dc

In a nearby flat a radio whispers,
Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes
And giggling lovers tickle the dawn;

Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window,
Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes
And those still awake

Wonder about others still awake,
Sharing sombre musings,
Dazed thoughts

Humming along to the radio,
Lost together for a moment or so
And interpreting the wind

As it hustles outside,
Alive in a fresh summer prologue,
Beginning begun.