from Dubrovnik |
against the sea these waves of faded grandeur and lamplight
reflected like pearls the tall white umbrellas
lost like flowers in the rain the gypsy musicians
eat ice cream and the dogs have lain do...
Posted by Alan Jude Moore on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 03:45:00 PST |
Émigré |
There's a piano across the courtyard.
It is the sound of holidays in Israel,
of a husband cleaning his gun,
of T-72 tanks smouldering in the distance
just past the orange groves. Syria
is not so far a...
Posted by Alan Jude Moore on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 02:50:00 PST |
Zagorsk |
She sits and says a prayer in the morning
that she takes another step back from the ledge
and the birds outside on the electrical wire
sing like the choirs at Zagorsk.
She stands by the window an...
Posted by Alan Jude Moore on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 05:24:00 PST |
Pillow |
Moves slowly through the underpassAlways like memory
The pillow arched against the headboard
like your back used to be
I realised you in the middle of a storm
Just for a second
Reaching out
To the esc...
Posted by Alan Jude Moore on Sun, 20 May 2007 09:07:00 PST |
Victory Park |
In this room I feel we are a temporary thing
already outpaced by the fireworks and parades
With millions of others we evaporate daily
steam up through the grates to buildings and machines
Moving slowl...
Posted by Alan Jude Moore on Thu, 03 May 2007 02:59:00 PST |
