Abstract journey

Mourgana of the Fey

I was reading a dead mans news paper

on the last train home

predicament carved

 

his penchant voice

spoke frail

from each word

I read his story

 

tundra soul reaching out

vaster than sky

rarer than arctic lupin

 

one day that never arrives

within fresh steam from a kettle

he will dream about wearing

his unused shoes

 

from his bruised hand

russets brush

over asphalt 

tramping trodden

 

night mares

erupt from his torso

as they gallop

fumes fall

from their nostrils

 

this train 

has never

left me since

 

Copyrights Rian April 2025

all rights reserved

  • Author: Mourgana of the Fey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2025 01:50
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  • sorenbarrett

    What seem at first to be non related bits and pieces come together in a chain of thought as one reads it over and over. Are not all our thoughts like this at times. A dead man's newspaper are we not all dead men just walking toward that destination? A most thought provoking read.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wonderful and profoundly deep. The short, brief lines almost give the poem a fragmented feel, like thoughts coming in one's head while riding the train. Again, great job, R. 🌹👏



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