et ad pulverem…





deserted liberey

The room had not known voices
since the horseman first appeared,
and the olive trees
were scattered by the storm.
Shuttered windows,
paint flakes thumbling,
siege door –
locked without a key.
Inside the dust of crumbling books,
with dogeared pages;
leave the only trace of me.

© (Löst Viking) ( December 2015) John Anthony Fingletonöst-Viking/746104845419195

2 thoughts on “et ad pulverem…

  1. VijayNair

    In a manner reminiscent of Walter de la Mare, Fingleton is a master in the art of creating an appropriate ambience for his semi-mythical characters to emerge through the pages of history. Excellent !


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