Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
Tag: poem
Brain death
A picture, Exploding into view On an eye, That never blinks A colour Next to deepest grey A promise That… Read more Brain death
Echoes
Echoes in darkness Words in place Electrical arcs That illuminate oblivion Echoes in darkness Create creeping creatures And wriggling fiends… Read more Echoes
Little paths
Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths
Lockdown (but this is my home)
This is my home Where I sit in silence and let the world float by on black rivers of bitumen… Read more Lockdown (but this is my home)
Tighearnan John Kelly 