RAINE REFLECTIONS
leaving behind
the evidence of decay
choking on lucre’s
sickening green algae
the quiet shells of albino sacrifice
pale and sharp, drowning
in rumourous black mud
the clock runs short,
the seconds’ fall,
let reason stay the hands
the final note,
not yet played
© Christopher Raine
www.RaineReflections.com
Shadows and Dust
We are all in tatters
pieces of sunlight
torn from The Night Watch
oil and canvas rags
light and shadow
playing like children
brilliant and glorious
like the holy vision
of a Gustave Doré plate
a quintessence of dust
in the pillar of creation
I see Gabriel’s horn,
held in the trembling
hands of an angel
haunting the wisdom
of a hundred seconds’ denial
shifting ears growing numb
to the waves of endless droning
voices receding like the tide