Poetry Blog by Chris Hubbard (invisible)
Grace and Favour
For all that a life that's truly led
provides the anxious soul with balm,
yet a gentle breeze, invisible and calm,
precedes the storm where the meek have fled.
In Summer's graceful darkling glides the hawk
in flight over burnished grain, 'till late
a final stoop unearths its prey: its fate
the slashing shadows where the killers stalk.
Thursday 31st January 2019 12:41 pm
This is a commentary on living, when the living is hard.
Dawn has come to smother the light
in my house.
As I douse the candle's flicker
its feeble flame shines at the window,
lifting the road beyond
into patterned pathways, glinting
in the early bright;
the soft rain of midnight's darkling succour
is almost gone.
It will return tomorrow, u...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 8:54 am