Fear – Page 30 – Iron Haiku

moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice

history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain
–
waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising