Home

ABOUT US

Recent Posts

Recent Comments

Categories

POEM ARCHIVE

ONLINE SERVICES

BOOKS

Contact Us

Useful Links

September 16, 2014

 

 

No evidence seen

of teeth marked gnaws;

(ice cannot be entered

until it thaws.)

 

So this being life

with all it’s flaws;

no pheasants present,

they caught jackdaws.

 

Then went about

their daily chores,

knowing the cauldron’s

contents held sinister claws.

 

And in the cauldron

of lost cause,

simmered withered hopes,

through metal gauze,

 

now riddled with rust;

too long the pause,

when stop/start action

gained little applause.

 

And though the cauldron

broke no laws;

old as time excuses

from open jaws.

 

 

 

Post tags:

No Comments »

No comments yet.

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URL

Leave a comment