James Gallacher


Mourning View - Poem by James Gallacher

As dawn’s grey fingers
Snatched back the night
A living, breathing corpse
Woke to watery sunlight.
Blood oozing from his skull
Blood fading from his veins
He realised long too late
He’d lost that which was never a game…

I take a picture of you
Hold it to a candle light,
Taken before colour bled from life.
Before this mourning view…

A window framed fractured
Adolescence
A mirror image paled
To sordid indolence.
And as the sun rose I saw
Nothing but black;
And as the sun froze I knew
That no one would laugh -
Again…

A place by the sea is
Invitation to drown,
Offering no apology
I silently go down.
The snow globe shattered
And the crystal eyes glassed
The beauty of a graveyard
Gives what life can never have…

I take a picture of you
Hold it to a candle light,
Taken before colour bled from life.
Before this mourning view…

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 27, 2005



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