Nightshift. Poem by Seamus Hogan

Nightshift.

Rating: 5.0


Neck deep in night
With mainland morning just a line
On the horizon under a splash of ink sky
Spilt by the arm of waking dreams.

Two ships pass the last pipe of darkness.
Flagpoles fidget for their flags;
Unbridled masts fret for the bit.
Apart from the odd sighing truck
Lights change for no one in particular.

Clocks lap daylight's shore
And a time lock ticks, ticks,
On the stable door of my dreams.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Don Mcwilliams 30 March 2008

Vivid, excellent work, Seamus. Don

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Roger Cornish 30 March 2008

I like this a lot! The quiet of approaching morning a little off, but still hostage to this empty hour.... Yep.... its a.... Big fat 10! r.

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