Spinning Darkness
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

At the calm of the night
I let myself go
Out and about
Onto the paved road

Coated with ice
Bloated with toads
Afloat like a raft
In a moat of grim oath

At the light of fair dawn
I let myself flow
Into the river
That drifts by the moe

Sliced open by ice
Slivers of steel
Condemn it's brave banks
Emotion outreeled

Drifters draft under
The wake of my pen
Lift to be plundered
And pushed down again

The waves grim and mighty
The loaf like past tense
And rinse out the road
Down the pathways we go