The New Lamp


the new lamp shines

as strange shadows stalk

the corners of the room

playing in and out of dark and light

previously hidden monsters

migrate into the lounge

leaving behind open books

and a curious sense of hope

previously denied


Copyright June 2017


there’s a grin without a dragon

at the bottom of the stairs

each step you take

a tortured breath

descending two by two

your silhouette and you

gliding in the shimmering light

silver fading to a grey

that dragon ghost curls and shrinks

there’s nothing here today



Copyright June 2014