A Whisper From The Cellar.

Magpies smashing windscreens

Lapping up night from the gutter

Somewhere dark and moist

Good books and daily bread

A woman confesses sins

For cheap clothes suit all.

In black and white

Two cardinals sing

In the calm of the storm

After the taste of anchovy.

And when your eyes behold

A landscape of opal and sulphur

Snatched from time

As a crow haunts your front door.

You will age

Your voice will fade

Your heart will rage

And one summer evening

You will hear

A whisper from the cellar.

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2 Responses to A Whisper From The Cellar.

  1. Gabriella says:

    Great and powerful imagery in your poem, Alan! I hope the whisper is a benevolent one.

  2. Oh this is so good, Alan. The way you skip of image to image, mixing them up, building up an emotional response and then that zinger ending is so engaging, effective.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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