All Behind Me Now ?

Last night’s rain,

The fence-creeping wet-poor fox,

The savage dreams of screaming men

Are all behind me now.

But their faces remain:

Dangled before me when I close my eyes;

I do not recognise a single one.

Am I supposed to?

Were they trying to pass on

A terrible secret?

Or had they just uncovered

The unholy lie?

I have no idea …

Their words, framed by desperate lips

Were lost to me, to everyone,

Their voices stolen.

Wise men say I cannot

Dream in colour.

If it is so, then black and white are

Cruelly vivid and dreadfully revealing.

Morning-of-April skies press the

New blue pages

 – Spring’s first chapter –

Against my unglazed windows.


5 thoughts on “All Behind Me Now ?

  1. Anne says:

    Really powerful poem, I love that second line, and the black and white vividness set against the colours here.

  2. beeseeker says:

    Thanks Anne, it’s been that kind of spring so far.

  3. siygrah says:

    Must say, your poem reads a lot like my dreams. Thanks for linking me. 🙂

  4. the effect of flashback under a flashlight is captivating !

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