Monday, April 19, 2010



The Knight Watchman

As the night dozes on
He keenly watches, and
Becomes more wakeful -
Like a wheel rolling uphill
on its own.

Tiredness is conquered.
For the bravery of this
Mad knight knows no
purpose.

His homophonous cousin
Discards silent, invisible Zs
They float off upwards with
ease.

While our hero's extra letter
Simply gets in the way -
As if glued to his
Behind.

Kould it be diskarded?

No, our knight without
His first letter would
Lose his mind - though
He thinks he's lost it
Already.

But he remains defiantly
Awake - and his watch
Counts many many
Hours.

His patience buzzes
Like an impatient insect.
Except he has no patience
So what is that
Noise?

The tidal wave of morning
Vibrating the pylons and
Sending its message on
Ahead.

Only concussion will
Salve him now -
And in his madness,
He hopes for it.

2 comments:

Lil' Danes Picklescott said...
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Lil' Danes Picklescott said...

'The tidal wave of morning
Vibrating the pylons and
Sending its message on
Ahead.'

Bang!

This is such a beguiling poem: better every time. It's sinister and whimsical at once. Bang.