limbo – The Consolations of Writing

October’s End

What, are we in limbo – The street filled with skeletons And faces deathly white? Pallid, strangely festive, Sun still high, dusk not yet set – All the in-betweenness of life And death combine in suburban street. Scout Hall silent for once in the week And houses ring with trick or treat Before the dayContinue reading “October’s End”