Pneumonia In Duffy's Yard
Rabid amber leaves
scuffed the callous stone flags
in a symbolic melee of defiance,
December’s mist embraced
the noon of the day
summoned the arctic wind
to wilfully wail within the alley
howl heinously encircling the yard.
The long dark night that ensued
lingers still in one’s memory,
where bedside candles flicker
and rampant draught ooze beneath
the worm infested door
to provoke dancing flames,
before anxious hands bathe
a forehead ablaze with
winter’s corruption!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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