He Needed to Find a Way Out – Dead Deer

As They Chatted Away, He Needed to Find a Way Out (Maastricht Bound)

The over-heated railway carriage
Lends credence to the sapphire skies,
With the Golden Sun within, on this
Deceitful mid-morning.

Frost lingering, still, in the shadows
Is the reveal – behind the curtain – that
Unmasks the true unperfect day.

For it is now the depths of
Winter; ‘Wanter’, a word that is
At once more comforting yet
More honest than the flinty ‘winter’.

Through the angled beauties of the old town,
Deep crevices around. On through
Industry and into the wide verdant
Crescent valley.

Young people fuss carefully over their
Yet-younger people
For one an eye-patch, the other minute enough
To be the very essence of ‘person’
Here, now, unknowing, fully-formed,
Unformed, knowing more than we can know.

Trees cling to their last vestige
Of browned-green, the sun beats
On fields in shade
Yet the earth is dead, is resting?

Why such greenery and why such new life
Mocking me anew?
As here I am,
I sit, I live,
Alive. Cold. Decayed, devastated, destroyed.


Today I wrote from 13:57 to 14:07. I was prompted by an idea here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

2 thoughts on “He Needed to Find a Way Out – Dead Deer

  1. Reblogged this on Dead Deer and commented:

    This poem I wrote a while ago has been coming back to me. I don’t think it’s too bad, except the absurd, self-indulgent, last line. Has some nice images in it, even if it doesn’t really work, structurally.


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