Poetry Blogs (2019, idle hours poem chris laverty)
The Idle Hours have found me out once more,
preyed on my straying thoughts - to murk and mire
you've cast them down in chains; lured by your lyre
they pace across the starless moors and shore.
You candle – like the flame of time you glow -
absorbed, unflinching as the gleaner stern -
time's wax its cull; say, have I wax to burn
for Idle Hours - say are you friend of foe?...
Sunday 10th February 2019 3:19 pm