Lockdown
Turbid sky,
uneasy ground.
The face of a guest
turned away at the door.
His hands like roses
hunch a cigarette.
I hear his boots
make full confessions to the rain.
Tim says:“Lockdown” was my contribution to the Winter Readings Poetry Wall in 2007. It is as yet uncollected.
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What a gem, Tim,That last couplet is sublime.Hurry up and 'collect' the damn thing!
Hi Tim,Nice poem! Short but vivid. I know poetry is subjective so the message I got may not be what it was originally intended. Kudos to you!
Great, Tim!
Yep, very nice.
Thanks, John, Claudia, Helen, and Mary.John, I think this is one of those stray poems that might remain \”uncollected\” until I get round to putting together a collection called \”Ominous Poems With Unspecified (But Possibly Eastern European) Settings\”. Which could be a while off yet.
It's a gorgeous, nasty, ominous little picture. I love the way you've painted it.
I like it Tim. It is kind of strange to have these random poems that you like but don't quite fit in with the others. One day it'll find a home.
Thanks, Helen! I had the first stirrings today of a new poem – the first I will have written since I finished the \”Men Briefly Explained\” m/s. Only problem is, the subject matter would have fit MBE perfectly. So much for my breakout to new poetic pastures 🙂