Two Fragments in Minor Keys

TWO FRAGMENTS IN MINOR KEYS 1 Footsteps winding down the damp stairs-- smells like decayed memories-- They do not raise their heads, the great beasts, as the light rakes their flanks. Till the candle goes, you sit there-- virtuous, proud, alone. 2 The sky drinks up the earth. The sun's glass stare marbles the sea-- Waves go up in smoke. Like wrinkled fruit, the bells drop from towers, black shadows drop from the trees. No one will ever leave this room alive. Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie










                               TWO FRAGMENTS IN MINOR KEYS



                                                           1


Footsteps winding

down the damp stairs--

smells

like decayed memories--


They do not raise their heads,

the great beasts, as the light

rakes their flanks.


Till the candle goes, you sit there--

virtuous, proud, alone.



                  2


The sky drinks up the earth.

The sun's glass stare

marbles the sea--

                           Waves

go up in smoke.


Like wrinkled fruit, the bells

drop from towers,

black shadows drop

from the trees.


No one

will ever leave this room

alive.



Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie


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