Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Nov 27, 2007 at 23:21 o\clock

Sun stroke by Neil Furby

by: falcon82

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Nov 27, 2007 at 23:02 o\clock

Jagged moon and slivers of light

by: falcon82

Moon in the distance            aglow on the dark horizon                     slivers of light shining  

                                                    through the dark forest  

In my tangle                          slivers of a different kind                    lapped away in the grey

 Cat looked         eyes moon bright          steel on flesh               left a quiver on the hard stone

Held the dying flesh                  bled and fled the scene                            in that ghostly night

 

@ neil furby

Nov 27, 2007 at 22:53 o\clock

MIRAGE

by: falcon82

MIRAGE
A pool of earth billows and steams in the summer sun.
Tombstones, flat slow barges, sail past me,
the cross a crooked mast.
There’s no wind, it is the sandy ground itself
that inches its way forward.
Where is the journey headed for, I want to ask.
There’s no answer.
Sitting on the quay wall on this strange Sunday afternoon
I see them disappear one by one.
They tilt over the edge of my vision
into the vortex of an hour-glass perhaps.
Who shall say.


© 2004, Eva Cox
© Translation: 2007, Judith Wilkinson