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?

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