The Gone World Gone (Poem for a Dead Man)
Childhoods end suddenly nears...
As whispered through a vampire's ear
The blood dries and cracks in the veins
Sucked out by fangs
To reveal secret screenings of teenage dances
And Salvation Army warehouses
An iron mask on my heart
Keeping out the sepulchral reality of time
Fractured beyond any hope for repair
Memories of the gone world wreaks havoc
Weeps deep down through the willows
A few pictures snapped
A few voices left echoing in the hall
The pawn lays back in wait
And watches shadows flicker like wildfire
The mad laughter of gray forgotten eons
Dropped on hot coals
Frozen yesterdays
Entwined in the swirl of smoke
And yet I see a beginning in the end
A castration of light to descend
Upon this tangled web of woe
And eyes be thrown on the spider that waits for the fly
The gone world gone
But still remains
The heat drops off
But rises just the same
Vicki Ayers
Thu 7th Jan 2016 12:39
I like this - very descriptive - each word stands alone well done x