Half Light

Below the mirrors of the bridge
Grazing stupored in their paper cups
Lapping the silent mouths of fish
Sipping oil from a broken moon
Listlessly the night chugs past
Whining horns blow cringing notes
Geese-stunted by the city's stench
Retching-heaving factories stare
Blandly at the corpse of sky

Buzzard neon climbs the boards
Bleeding over vagrant trees
Selling lifestyle-beauty-dreams
And death in pale-slim paper sticks
Forlorn, an all too skinny girl
Scratches fish nets laced up boots
Smiling thinly dry and cold
The night’s familiars-patrol her patch
Wolfwhistling beaming cars compete
For an inch of flesh, served up warm
Beneath stale blankets-soiled sheets
Hollow faced switched off at dawn

Morning simpers-banished fog
Swarming down the vacant road
Fingering each pursed letter box
Armed with flowers and pale milk glass
It ploughs the ribs of earth with frost
Till curtains yawn and fix the face
Of respectable suburbia


Blogger GEL said...

I read this several times aloud. It's that compelling. Your adjectives and phrases conjure images, sounds, feelings, and social statements powerfully. I like so much of the poem (all!), it's hard to pick out just a few phrases. "grazing stupored", "night chugs", "geese-stunted", using fish metaphor again in "fish nets', "bleeding over vagrant trees/selling life-style-beauty-dreams", "Morning simpers-banished fog"

In short, wow!
BTW, Please update your blog roll & visit. My "Silken Threads" blog moved. Thx.

3:52 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

I remember an old movie. A night in London with a lot of fog in the morning. A good suspence movie. A little bit dark. It's smell like a rain in the morning...

7:22 PM  
Blogger MB said...

fingering each pursed letter box
You've got some really marvelous images in this one.

(I confess, I had some difficulty with the first part; I'm still not entirely sure I do, but I think I got it. Wasn't sure who/what was doing the verbing. This may just be me being dense!)

5:59 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

S Moon I'm on to it and thank-you

Carba yes it is dark, I think most cities, most places even have a dark brooding side

Moose I am positive you are not in the least bit dense, it is a little bit cryptic, the verbs refure to the reflections of the bridge. But it is a metaphore for the actions of humans. I played a little with the idea of 'in their cups' a medievil term for drunk and paper cups and oil strangeling the river.

8:09 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Not a wasted word or syllable. I read it aloud, too, breathing its power into my quiet study.

4:21 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

lovely lilting melody with this one. love it!

5:53 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Patry what a lovely immage you create, that words can circumnavigate the world and fill a quiet study

Shubhodeep, thank-you the rhythemes sort of crept in and took on a life of thier own, hopefully they're not too strong

7:10 PM  
Blogger Arthur/Nurikane said...

Wow! At first, I find the description of each words really strong but it becomes calmer an coler in the longer run. Well, that's my interpretation. Your style of symbolism is really deep. Min if I ask, is that a Christmas poem? :D

3:43 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Lovely poem sue. It makes me feel like a leaf floating down a river and catching life from a different angle.

Your words always flow so well.

2:40 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Arthur no not in the least, but no it's not I started writing it in the summer that never really came on a dismal foggy day

Q NeeteeI'm glad you enjoyed floating through it, how's your story coming?

8:04 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

again this one feels like something i should have written had i the ability to conjure up such bloody fantastic images.

not jealous. not a bit!

9:23 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

But CJ you conjure up really funny immages in your work as in humerus, as well as seriously haunting so really you are just being modest and as such I feeldoubly complimented because I love reading your stuff

4:21 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

I was just starting to take a fast look round the blogs and see what was going on (after a long absence) when I came to this. It is truely wonderful. I'll slow my pace to read this over and over! Thanks Sue!

12:47 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Merry Christmas Russel

12:13 PM  
Blogger the cloned corpse of marcus tal said...

Bravo! A fascinating Read!

Come visit my site and imbibe my poems.

12:44 PM  
Blogger the cloned corpse of marcus tal said...

Sue, I have written a poem inspired by your poetry.


4:50 PM  

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