ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Deserted now: The village stands.
The plague has taken everyone
But still the work of human hands
preserved in every stick and stone.
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A busy woodlouse wends his way
across the tiles of black and gray.
A vast expanse beneath the sky
I wonder where he goes and why.
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A crafty cat crapped in the crypt.
A furtive feline felony,
it left its mark and then it skipped.
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Now what’s amiss?
No welcome kiss
That’s not like you
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Stupidity.

We celebrate our dead heroes.
Their white headstones arranged in rows.
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Farewell Adeline.

She lay with pillows for support,
a vain attempt to find comfort.
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I hear the music of the waterfall.
I am held fast entranced against my will.
It’s ceaseless flowing fluid melody
more potent than the fabled sirens call.
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I am the hostess with most.
I even boast a family ghost.
Who haunts the family estate.
Of course you must appreciate
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The river here runs slow and deep
The banks on either side are steep
and covered well with foliage.
Through which small creatures slyly creep.
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Old memories which linger still.
Can bring the tear drops to my eyes
Sometimes they take me by surprise
and cause my tears to freely spill.
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