All is burning, cinders and ash
flakes float in black rain,
falling on a ground
of clinkers and flinders.
The hand of ruin traces sigils
of chaos and strife
on broken city walls,
within which rats awaken
They are the true rulers of destruction,
living cloaked with shadows,
in any crevice or crack,
hunting bones and burnt flesh.
Their rivals, jet-black birds,
massing on heights above
in their murders
and raucous unkindness'.
After Ragnarök, the still silence
is broken by the raspy flutter
of a million wings,
echoed chittering of uncountable hordes.
What life is left
does not weep.
copper burns across an endless sky
competing caws claim salt, surf and sand
sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses
long forgotten at the edge of the world
buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea
the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time;
engines once chugged to billingsgate from this beach
herring bound for the cinque ports
and they say women dragged each boat -
pulled them down to that shore’s faithless embrace;
the muttered prayers of mothers and daughters
casting their men out on fortune’s dark waters
now nets, set for a tide that came and went, lay
mouldering among those collapsing clinkers
as if the fisherfolk just left one night, fled
granting the gulls sole control of that desolate dominion
their toil and trade, the legacy of our fathers’ fathers
still lays there on that beach; haunts that huge cove
rich history, like in so many places, fading away
rotting, rusting, ruined
Hooked on love
I wept for the serenity
I felt I could no longer have
In all probability for eternity
Conspired with Cupid led
Assailants my peace of mind to steal
As disfigured on my aching bed
I bled cos the love deal
I felt I owned
Slipped through the fingers
When all at once on me it dawned
My future love metamorphosed into clinkers
I surrendered
Hoping against hope
Although my sentimental mistakes I mended and ended
With the decision I made to slip off the slippery slope
Where the love trampoline
Like a yoyo
Juggled my pin
Alongside the thaw
I wished once more to kiss
Although the wishful thinking
I dreamt I could again kiss
Left me sinking
Into a sea of the sorrow
In the chalice of pain
In the borrowed tomorrow
I could no longer gain
However hard I wept
Prayed
Dreamt and slept
As I strayed
Into a familiar quicksand
From which I couldn’t wriggle free
Until God’s hand my hand
Grasped enabling peace of mind for me once again to see.
Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find
Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough
Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame
With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears
Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter
Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main
Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice
Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad
Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten
Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.
Landslide
Avalanche; executing terrible
approached unexpectedly and
Made everything despair;
Torn out, worn out
Making cry and mourn
Landslide came;
Vulnerability inclined;
Along with the despair
Lost out torn out
Hubbub came, cry came;
Landslide welcomed grief
Happiness lost, grieved out
“Mom, Mom….” Son yells
Heard from the distance
Within a minute;
Got soundless
Unbearable the scene
Pathetic and suffering
Reaped out, chopped out
Fatal and deadly the way
The hills slopped and fragile;
boulders additionally the clinkers came
Along with the rain
So brawling and cleaned out
Couldn't address bye; even
Rest in peace the soul
That is departed out
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