- Non-Erotic Poetry
- From Lowlife to Highgate
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Click hereThe brown hill of boredom
stretches into the unknown evening,
and the rain beats the paths
towards its slippery, dull calvary.
Up on the blasted Heath
the rich keep fit for Armageddon,
while darkness falls over London
and wetness on the world.
Again in April I append,
“A year is gone and gain is none”.
Alight with hope I’m often found:
but Jack O’Lantern’s skills abound.
The night’s a hearth,
the Moon it’s fire, and we,
poor feral creatures,
merely kindling.
It’s an English sensibility, summoned by rain,
that takes me up the hill to look out on London,
with all it’s ancient imprecations laid out before me,
To harrow and wield stone, to Gravesend.
Which Dictionary of English Place Names makes me see,
what castles and cathedrals cannot hide:
the ghost is a Lord until we lay it.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 13 years agowill probably sit in gelatinous grey mass, 'till I think it's mine and use it, just givin' you fair warning 5
liked the rest, and one comment just isn't fair.
buttersover 14 years agothe cadence, imagery, word-choice of this work make it sink into me like November rain
