Listless chill, anxious grey awaiting night,
unto the drizzle.
From our smallest window
a small branch trembles uncontrollably.
Old aunty jiggling a knee
out of habit.
Unmoved, the crown ignores it,
Ice by a neck shivered spine;
Reaches harmonic balance,
Then still.
Fibre memory,
Static load.
26/7/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haunting is the first word which comes to me.. I love abstract snapshots and this to me is one of those moments... This reminds me of those horror movies of the eighties (house with the shuttered room) and films, the like! ! Wonderful piece Danny. Great title too. Thanks. Karen