Dreaming of the Particular Dead
By Angusfolklore
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It has to be spoken of,
not that there may be urgent need
(no need to shun it either),
but I would question the necessity
of haunting me.
Not that you threaten or alarm;
in fact the shroud of dismay you bring
in much like I shamefully felt
when you were physically here.
So much for that.
What you want is like a charcoal map
disintegrating in mist on a mountain side.
I can take chastisement with
the worst of them,
or the semi-comic mend my ways routine.
Jacob Marley, you’re bloody not,
so don't rattle them bones at me, my friend.
But last night you went all contemporary on me,
ageing to what you might have been now,
the same sorry age as me.
The soft spots you targeted I can
parry with my practised mind.
But this time there was a still minute
during your back-handed visit.
You took me downstairs to see
your kids who never existed
and watched me grow cold
at the unconscious
intentional anachronism.
Door’s double bolted now, old mate,
so don’t slip past the gate.
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Combines mystery and
Combines mystery and ambiguity with realism and humour - I like this very much indeed.
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An unsettling encounter with
An unsettling encounter with the past - and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.
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Fabulous piece - I hesitate
Fabulous piece - I hesitate to say haunting.
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Wow that was some dream,
Wow that was some dream, articulated here beautifully. Dreams like that can really throw you off centre and make you question which dimension you're really existing in.
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