Posted by Admin on 9 April 2008, 12:00 am
The night enfolds, emboldens me
to cry my torment to the stars.
The world asleep, asweep, my net
of memories enmeshes trivia,
minute humiliations, and –
by paradox – yet persuades
my trumpet-worthy triumphs
to lie inert, docketed
for dreams which never come.
T. C. Hudson
1975
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council