Like A Stranger Bringing Bad News

by Tom Harding

Wednesday 3rd August 2011 5:59 pm (first posted Tuesday 2nd August 2011 10:05 pm)

Too many mornings

dressing in darkness

the heart heals over,

growing cold and forgotten

like a tomb stone

in neglected woods.

The courtyard birds

leave their nests,

the winter world

driving its long shadows

across the tall grass,

looming like a stranger at the gate

then crossing the lawn,

climbing the step

and rapping the door.

◄ The Living & The Dead

Spring Comes ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (6315)

Thu 4th Aug 2011 15:01

ohhhhh...I geddit now! :)

actually though I rather like the idea of wrapping the door!

Ann Foxglove

Wed 3rd Aug 2011 07:31

There's a feeling of stillness in the repetition of life carrying on but an awful feeling of doom lurking. I think this is really good! Nice to have you posting - it's been a while. x

<Deleted User> (6315)

Tue 2nd Aug 2011 23:39

great although sad words..

I want a last line though!!...and wrapping the door in what?..(that is me being greedy)

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