phantasms (Remove filter)
A dream itself is but a shadow
In the grey cloudlight of a pre-dawn moon
something stayed my dream
a stray insistent noise heard through sleep
the uncertain call of the hunting owl:
I am knelt naked at the window -
beneath, the frosted grass glimmers in the pale creamglow
hazy through the early swirls of mist
but not a shade or waft disturbs the spectral scene
although my flesh seems chilled by some slig...
Sunday 11th February 2018 11:23 am
Recent Comments
Blue on Girlhood
1 hour ago
David R Mellor on There There,
2 hours ago
Keletso on NOT A LOVE POEM
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on There There,
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on That Summer
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Luimneach [2. Faoi PrÃomh-Aire na Breataine-Blunt Tools are Dangerous]
5 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Sunshine Sky
5 hours ago
James R on Receding ties
6 hours ago
James R on Receding ties
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 26. Palestine Inaction]
8 hours ago