A Poem by Dylan McCarthy

Moondog in snowy moods, the leap of curling winds
brushes against the joyous veils of drunken passers-by.
The ramparts of night lay forsaken in winter white
painted a dismal orange under the halo of stark streetlight.
The sky torn by cascading pale dust, the mantel shrouded
in flowing frigid carpets where solemn autumn lay buried.

Starsailor of lamplit avenues, the northern gales lay stagnant
upon a frozen dock as the citrine orchard wavers no more.
The mahogany floorboard creaks from a trespassing dream
circling the poet's mind like a mislaid specter of inspiration.
The crystalline sidewalk of meandering footsteps now cloaked
in the slumber of January blizzards, a trinket of three a.m. 

© 2018 Dylan McCarthy

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Added on January 2, 2018
Last Updated on January 2, 2018


Dylan McCarthy
Dylan McCarthy


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