Summer

Summer.
When we’d gently saunter
Across a rough path,
Carved from felled trees.

Watch the steamer
Hiss by
On shrouded blue,
Secrets swimming beneath the sailors.

Ducks and fish
Shall flee the foreign stranger
Dominating their river,
Terror in their eyes
As it carved through the waters.

We watch, you and I,
As the sunset lights the sky.
Ripples shimmer with new vigour.
The world sleeps.

But the warmth, dear.
Oh - the gentle August warmth,
It slowly faded.
And now –
I sit by the ever-flowing waterway.
Alone,
As everything dies around me.

Once in a Red Moon

A hush of voices
Washes free.
Cleanses this brittle stillness,
Of the softly moonlit night.
The sky pulses indigo,
Unnatural hisses cloud
The watery silence,
A breaking veil stretched thin.

Skin membranes tickle,
An itching sensation in my mind.
Hackles rise.

Sweat
On a cold night.
Shivering lightly,
I watch the moon glow,
Large and red.
It smirks down at me,
As I look up, and wonder.

Crooning,
The reapers step forth into
Hollow light,
Shrouded by the lych gate.
A fox touches their shadow – dies.
It joins the dead things
Waltzing on the shaded grass.
Morose puppetry.

With a gentle movement – loving caress,
The reapers meet my eyes.
And slowly – oh, so slowly,
They draw inwards.