Monday, November 25, 2013


It has come like a tale
whispered in
draughts' dreams
and chinks crashed
with air and stare,
the wind whooshing
all the way in.
The square is stark.
The space clean.
The land vast.
I, a sledge in the mind
and an ark in the heart,
freeze and slide.

1 comment:

A Cuban In London said...

"freeze and slide."

To where, my friend? To where your imagination leads you. Beautiful poem. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.