The Best Fiddlers

The Best Fiddlers

Nailhead moon is a
Soundless, sun-at-night howl;
Goblin airs and spirit winds
Hurry to join the hunt.
Cloudless Victorian-ink sky
Gives no place to hide,
Shrinks violently away
With breathless, boneless
Silent ghost of scream.

There is fear abroad this night,
Be never in doubt –
For the Devil is undoubtedly
Evil incarnate –
But doesn’t he also have
The best fiddlers?

28/1/2013

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5 thoughts on “The Best Fiddlers

  1. beeseeker says:

    It was certainly written that way; actually it started as something far darker, but it ended up with an injection of my sense of humour – but what is written is not always what is read. For me that’s one of the lovely facets of poetry.

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