Shadow – Page 32 – Iron Haiku

jagged windblown sand
making a meal of driftwood
in the desert sun
–
just beyond the dunes
a faint whisper of
false promises

pulling on my hand
leading me into darkness
blind to your intent
–
autumn’s glory
reflections in
our tiny screens

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt
–
a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

the last vestige
of the sinking evening sun
sets the sky alight
–
painted hillsides
a winding road turns
though burning leaves

living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile

with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers

tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon

reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy

seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone