Monday, January 4, 2016

Winter Wind Blows North

Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky
This photo really reminded me of the bleak, rainy winter we are having.  Of the lonesome black and white colored boredom that almost always shows up during these desolate, short days.

The wind is alive tonight,
I hear it hum a gentle tune
Between the roughneck blare
Of west-highway big rigs and
The quiet whimpering of
Steadily-dying front-yard hedges.
The moon is waving between the
Stiff-backed edges of frosty clouds,
He tilts against the stars,
A one-toed tap dance.
Everything is alive tonight,
Brick of my apartment undulating
Like a labored chest-throb,
Spinning in the circular breeze
Of this one-horsed town
Where singles roll toward cheap bars
For lukewarm beer like tumbleweeds.

Written for a photo prompt at Magpie Tales.


  1. When there are nights like this... I feel the need for a warm bed rather than being tumbleweed in rain... wonderful a dreary imagery.

  2. great imagery. these one horse towns have historically been the inspiration of classical writ. i think, though, at your youthful age you might consider leasing the horse and traversing the trails in the great expanse of the world/universe !

    gracias for sharing this

  3. Lovely descriptive language, nice work. :-)

  4. Excellent imagery writing. *grabs a blanket* :).

  5. I think you captured the darkness of the rain and the season. The grayness of life.

  6. what an imagery! interesting and well penned :)


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