Thursday, 14 May 2015

An orb's eye view of fun (blank verse from 2012)

I never go to parties anymore.
They're not the ancient ways I sought in them.
They do not tear the veil back; do not lift
participants above their hamster wheels;
have not! do not! will not! communicate
in dashing tongues of fire; are not the ways
out of the Age of Iron, Age of the Wolf,
Age of the Tower come around again 
to haunt the halls of drafty history.