Trolls and Regrets
Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.
Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.
Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.
#beds
5 months ago
Wisdom of Bridges
The thing I hate most is broken bridges,
Stark against a frosty dawn,
Cracks like wrinkles always cry:
‘You could have done better.’
Bridges are never wrong.
2 years ago
Broken Bridges
Broken bridges suffer, too
The predations of the few
And in standing, as in breaking
Struggling, bonds of their own making
Some forget that they are broken
When their ends are never spoken.
3 years ago