Wednesday, 18 January 2012

He came Back

He came again
in the half light of a quarter moon.

He gazed as I drew to a halt
and his large hypnotic eyes bored into me.

In an instant he was gone
turning with easy indifference
into the driving sleet.

I wanted to follow him.


  1. Oh Doris what is going on? Sounds like The Iron Man may have made it to your neck of the woods or could it be a much more easily explained phenomenon for example a sheep? You have created tension with these words.

  2. cuby poet: I leave my island idyll tomorrow for two weeks in the Yorkshire citydom; so I have no chance of any more sightings until I get back. Meanwhile I shall put you out of your misery....

  3. A stag lucky old you Doris.