Free verse № 53778
Pilgrimage
On the steep bridlepath I sense there beside me
My shadow which skips as I stumble and sweat
Brushing through leaves, across streams, over stiles
To see where you lived, where you worked, where you might
Still live in your house in the wind and the mist
At the top of the ridge is your house in a sunclap
A golden dog barks at the touch of a ghost,
A looming familiar figure resentful
That others possess every sill, every lintel
But the ghost is not you but my deepening shadow
My strung-out ambition, my urge to connect
And say Yes, we live on in the handshake of memory,
Remembering others we are never alone -
And a cloud shrouds the sun
And my shadow shuts down like a TV at bedtime
13 comments
nothing that really grabs me though, it was over so fast
I've missed you
You end to quickly, as richa said, you shut down before it's really begun.
Thanks,
Lcpl.Busby
Something about the rhythm makes me expect some more rhyming, which doesn't come, thus confounding my expectations. Which is an excellent thing to do.
the last two lines of the first stanza are beautifully constructed. A lovely percussion, well thoughtout wiht a terrific fallowt-through in the next stanza L2S2 is as pretty a thing as I've seen.
Sort of a cross between e.e. cummings and Dylan Thomas I think. Top-notch. (Do get rid of that first 'but' S3, the more I read it, the more out of place it seems) Kisses.
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