Poetry Blog by Adrian Metcalf
Saturday’s dwindling light,
And the side of the shadow in morning,
Peckish by end of day.
I have walked in the sand with bloodied toes,
Waiting for the road to come,
And when I reach it I see reflection in the pavement.
There’s nothing to be seen and no step to make without more blood,
I have little more seed left to give to the hungry earth,
The tide rises in per...
Sunday 12th January 2020 5:15 am
Dead in the water,
Gangrene smells of scented candle.
How the trepidation does halt rainy and foggy nights,
Yet the world can't wait to see,
Open the faucet in the middle of day!
Howling to the moon,
Joining the chorus,
God it feels good,
When in the middle of night,
Darkened figures rise from the shadows.
As if you felt ...
Friday 10th January 2020 12:15 pm