“Gaslight” by Anthony Harris
faces fall into collars
heavy with sallow
cast ill-at-ease under
gaunt lamplighter globes
indistinct luminescence
in moist opaque fog
shadows throw their
flat mysteries splashed
across pavements then
climb up bricklaid grimy
walls to a tallness both
eerie and handsome
while brass buckles glint
from highwaymen’s boots
making dull wood-heeled
cobblestone clicks in
their escort of whispering
crinoline bustles
here in bleak alleyway
gridworks died centuries
swallowed by darkness
till Pall Mall was gasified
bringing its secrets to light
and consignment to flames
(originally posted October 2013)
Well done!!!
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thank you, andy
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Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
I feel like I am wondering around the London docks on a cold foggy night.
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appreciate your sharing my poem with your readers
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Chilly and noirish!
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sometimes I feel that way
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Me too.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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ashes of a by gone era.
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to complement the dust
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Indeed!
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always!
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Beautiful imageries.
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thanks kindly
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I felt like I was traveling as well. Nicely done, including the name.
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I’m pleased to know that it worked for you
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