Strong winds are blowing outside my house...
Telephone wires tossed like skipping ropes,
Plucked and scratched to produce
A banshee cry of mischief-making,
And the chaotic clatter of dustbin lids,
And the chimney's flautist flue,
And the invisible chorus under the eaves,
Humming and moaning in ancient time,
And the flaying shadows of the timpanist,
The drumming branches of a dancing tree -
All orchestrated by the visiting malevolent maestro.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 12:58
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The wind now playing
Listen to the makeshift music of the wind;Telephone wires tossed like skipping ropes,
Plucked and scratched to produce
A banshee cry of mischief-making,
And the chaotic clatter of dustbin lids,
And the chimney's flautist flue,
And the invisible chorus under the eaves,
Humming and moaning in ancient time,
And the flaying shadows of the timpanist,
The drumming branches of a dancing tree -
All orchestrated by the visiting malevolent maestro.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 543 times
Written on 2006-12-12 at 12:58
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