DISTURBING
Last night at the witching hour,
I was woken from a dream
By the sound of ghostly howling
And a shrill primaeval scream.
I opened one eye cautiously
And there above my bed,
A saw an apparition
That filled me full of dread.
It hovered for a moment,
Then flew around the room,
Muttering incantations,
A harbinger of gloom.
The wardrobe door was slamming,
The light flashed off and on.
The curtains billowed in the wind.
I cried out, “Please be gone.
“Oh, all right,” said the spectre,
With a disappointed sigh.
Then it flew out of the window
And up into the sky.
I nearly used an expletive,
But I never use that word.
So I used initials only
To query what had occurred
Categories:
primaeval, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Sunday somewhere safe
My fingers itch to write
but it will not be about the moon
it hangs there like a balloon.
I refuse to turn on the news
but a big liner was in trouble on
the coast of Norway
going to sea in winter sea
thinking they were safe in a big ship
you wouldn`t get me on a cruiser
I have read the news Palestine
wants NATO to protect them
an idea met with ridicule by Israel
soon there will be no Palestinians left
removed to the outer fringes
herding goats and taken pictures off
the way primaeval people lived before Israel
came, an old culture was snuffed out, fluff
for historians to write about
Categories:
primaeval, africa, allusion, arabic, art,
Form: Free verse