There was that certain calm
The presentiment of Doom perhaps
It seeped in round the cars
And left on me its mark.
Was it a gentle harbinger
Or just a lull in thought?
The world so oft a loud refrain
Tempered stifled if not fraught.
At roadside watching waitingly
As everyone drove by
The silence at once descending fled
In the fleeting flicker of an eye.
© The Hairy Teacher, November 15, 2019
That the light would have faded but chose not to,
that it could have danced the shadow(s) down a different road;
Instead it chose to serve a whim, a purely infintesimal,
but for a change the pin begot the stack.
Alive among the riddles of the mind,
the answers seething, wreathing without grip.
Slowly falling further into a sense of mute hostility,
the words they’d shout meaning nothing but their sounds.
Not through gagging did the final silence fall,
but by shouting at it all till all n’ all.
The subterfuge had dissipated amongst the cracks,
the anger and the fury fighting back.
©TheHairyTeacher2014
