ghosts come uninvited to activate the machinery
that projects forgotten memories
and he swims through the resultant images
to re-taste a thousand defeats
on awakening from a night of bitter lost chances
he wonders if he is not his ghost’s lab rat
but the day clamours for his attention
ghost choreography directing his every stepThe second one seems to repeat the first but more optimistically.
We run in circles,
though at the zenith point we believe we have escaped,
our feet only know a set number of steps so eventually we return.
Possibly we give thanks like mariners sighting landfall.
Probably we do not, viewing the familiar through
a black and white lens that sepias our soul.
But for now all that is in the future,
the mist will burn off, the day promises sun
and the road to who knows where reels him in.I quite like the idea that the lure of the road draws us on.
There is a fatality to these poems that surprises me. I am usually more positive.
Brooke Sharkey is in the studio recording a new album-very excited. Watch this space for more news.
On spec I downloaded an album by Maria Gadu this week, I'd listened to a couple of snippets and thought it was worth a gamble and it was. It is really good music from Brazilian. Surprisingly she covers Jacques Brel's Ne Me Quitte Pas, which featured in a tv show.
Here she is singing Bela Flor.