We played Bezique betwixt ourselves;
as daybreak burst through shuttered frame
with seven hours of pandered game
to set a gambler's eyes aflame
so now depart to five long bells.
Together there entwined as one;
eerie mist in smoke filled room
uneasy still of deadly tomb
embodied in this catacomb
as cover of the night has gone.
I entered this poem into a poetry copetition about 17 years ago, It was published for me and is still the only thing I have ever written that I have won something for, so thought I would give it another showing.Commentaire d´auteur
Toutes les droites appartiennent à son auteur Il a été publié sur e-Stories.org par la demande de Ray Boorman.
Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 07.02.2011.
Contribution antérieure Prochain article
Plus dans cette catégorie "Fantasie" (Poèmes en anglais)
Other works from Ray Boorman
Cet article t'a plu ? Alors regarde aussi les suivants :