Seamus Hogan

Rookie - 7 Points (Ireland)

Nightshift. - Poem by Seamus Hogan

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 about Nightshift. by Seamus Hogan

  • Rookie Don Mcwilliams (3/30/2008 3:07:00 PM)

    Vivid, excellent work, Seamus.

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  • Rookie Roger Cornish (3/30/2008 12:11:00 PM)

    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!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008



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