Month: September 2014

A flicker of the past

It sits

At the back of one’s mind

Lurking in the shadow

Until a sliver

Just a faint crack appears

A chink in the wall,

becomes the eye of a storm

And suddenly a flame is born


It begins just a thought

A faded image of a time

Words which were never spoken

Deeds covered over with the sands of time

Just an echo of what once was

Attracting the threat of illumination



How such a small spark can ignite the inferno



Dampened Soul

There is a sickness in my room

Not visible

But a slow creeping dampness

in the walls

It lingers,

Filters into my eyes, ears and mouth

Silently seeping into my brain

Filling my soul with rot


There are no markings

No sign of entry

But I feel it there

Sitting beside me

Tugging at my chest


Sometimes I close my eyes and picture another life

White washed walls and a crinoline bedspread

The soft fuzzy nuzzle of a spaniel

A warm heart beating against my arm


Though that is another world

Not the murky depths of my cavern

The vast confines of moss covered rocks

A dampness that scores the recesses

That is my abode and a know it well