This Awkward Dance of Ghosts

 

I've hardly listened to Stockhausen

since he left

 

Was it his own shrouded

enchantment

that made his sonic

constructs

glow and pulsate?

 

Now they seem just brittle

dusty

spider webs

sticking to my clothes,

sand crackling 'tween my teeth

 

I turn my face the other way

and head into the wind

 

away from the dark silhouettes

of goblin castles,

away from this awkward

dance of ghosts





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-15 at 10:54

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I'm not familiar with Stockhausen, but I like your description of the abrasive effect , sand between teeth, dreadful feeling.
2022-05-15