The Witching Hour

Restlessness haemorrhages heftily at my kleptomania

It’s a sinner’s cud I chew, ruminating as I am, on insomnia

The world outside me sleeps, draped in a white winter blackness

The world beneath me lies placid, morbid in its sullen sadness

Twists of fate and drops of hate glisten in the silvery moonlight

The shadows mock my wide eyed glare, hiding sense from sight

A cry shatters the silence, a shriek only my ears can hear

A vessel runs aground; causality’s casual cadence in crescendo somewhere near

And so I stare, goon eyed and glaring, playing tag with the daring

Into a mist that engulfs my sanity, stabbing at my plexus with its swirl

Gnashing at my nerves, pampering my discord, twisting with its every curl

The witching hour is upon me now, and I’m held captive to its antagonism

Irate and innate she hammers vociferously away, deaf to dissent, deaf to cynicism

And so to fate I commit my plight, to the hope of a time when all is all right

Tis but hope so faint, so quaint, so lame, so cold on this vicious night.


The Benediction of the morning sun

A tribute to the early morning dawn. To the misty colours and plumes that dance with the impending sun. Acta est fabula.

The wintry morning mist

Out from the depths of the still night

Damp, wispy, a haze in a maze of sight

The minute is ablaze with a hushed sincerity

Lurking, wittily-so, in subtle notoriety

The equation lies delicately posed

Implicitly poised, a tribute to the night before in an ode

Wispy, damp A maze in a haze of light

Lies the night, profound and spellbinding to the sight

Out from the crispy plumes of the bygone plight

Uncertain, senescent. Pearl shaded in a sea of damp grey

The stillness is uneasy, disturbed and perturbed by the amber ray

The juncture in ascendancy, A staccato chatter through the melting ice

Cling is all the plumes can, unfurled, unbuttoned. Purloined by the warmth

And so wanders the wintry morning mist, riveted from her roots by the wings of fate

A stranger departed, bequeathed.Vanquished and vindicated from the shadow of the night