And continuing in thesame sombre tones...
Dark Rooms.
Well met these fellows
Shuffle through the pack
And ply their trade.
In deadly nightshades
Out the back
The bones of it
Entice invite.
In eye for eye
Through shuttered piers
To dark rooms
Do not enter here.
Imperfect forms
Unwind unreel
And silhouette
Down easy streets.
The wise men
Who brought
Nothing.
Frank Murphy.
Photograph: Evening at Ballivor Bog.
Autumn 2008.
2 comments:
Congratulations Frank, I see you are featured in this months Irish American Post. Two of your poems appear there, " The Lost Roads of South Meath and Stray Sod ".
Many thanks on comment, Michael. I must find out from you how to make those photographs come up.
FM.
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