A short ghost story

[eclipse]

 

The cemetery tree overlooking Dominic Kings grave

had arms operating on it's heart, on branches hung

an angel and King, Caesar Dominic's dog laid across

his grave, the dog had been mute since the death of

his owner. Street signs beyond the graveyard walked,

whispering among themselves, the angel hanging

muttered a street name, Dominic was trying to bury

the sky.

 

The moon turned into a cat, coughing out moon-balls,

placing them in Caesar's eyes, the dog could now see

street signs hanging upside down from the sky, his dead

master dropped a lead for Caesar, they moved across the

sun's mask which had a painting of the earth-a tear and a

crimson coloured angel clambering for the tear. The sun

was dreaming about it's inevitable collapse, with the king

of flames chanting Dominic's name, he and Caesar could

could hear the cries of a hungry child left alone for hours.

 

They walked through a meadow to a tree where a young

boy with a heart condition was swaying silently, aching

for contact, how far had they both travelled?-the dead

have no need for mathematics as they pass the ghost

of a rose counting it's lost thorns, above it a clock full

of cuckoos trying to escape eternal echoes, the cuckoo

outside the clock is fixed with Dominic shocked at being

unable to reach former selves beckoning him towards

paradise.

 

They walk on finding themselves climbing the steps of

a lighthouse, reaching the top they see the gigantic figure

of Dominic's father painting the glass black, he used to

take the light bulb out when Dominic was a child leaving

him in the dark. Caesar and Dominic go outside, they see

that the father has no eyes, with gravestones instead of

nails, Caesars eyes light up the names on the stones.

[Tinker]

Hi Barry, I love the dog, Caesar literally brings this tale to life.  There are so many sad moments in this piece, beginning with the dog lying across the grave and the sound of the hungry child.  This is an interesting poem with so many images on which to ponder.

 

~~ Tink