blanked under winter winds
the windows dipped in a sombre glaze.
a mind goes astray
pressed under
the fruits of dismay.
blank and lost,
hidden wandering ghouls collect
within a laconic bay.
thy body isolated and frightened cries
and questions why...
Why has time swallowed what I've defined?
have I seen you before?
you seem to be covered in blue dread;
I remember when you were a small nimble child
enchanted within the wonders of an owl.
dear, have you eaten? I remember seeing you pick at the green beans
scattered on your platter.
how long does it take to walk a mile?
my eyes are cold; I'm tired.
have I seen you before?
my time has dwindled, for I hear the faint choir.
I wish my kin to be inspired and pruned like a bed of flowers.
This bed has taken my desire.
You look so familiar, you remind me of your father.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
