Thursday, 15 September 2011

The Dogs by Helen Calcutt

Tonight the heat invites them
to sing: they stir in their tears
the moon’s light,
tonight she is touching on doorsteps
in the streets. They in another place
hear their voices remember. Sounds

crawl to the red edge
like fingers through gates, we invite them
with our silences. our long stares
of the nowhere darkness sounds
replacing our own.
and we could never say

how sad. how beautiful sad
they sing themselves into the dust
of the day’s ruin



Helen Calcutt, Birmingham, UK

3 comments:

Martin said...

"...they stir in their tears
the moon’s light..." Wonderful.

C.M. Doran said...

...they sing themselves into the dust of the day's ruin...lovely imagery. thanks for your work.

Gillena Cox said...

a heattfelt piece; thank you for sharing

much love...