David Jones's Blog, page 1373
May 29, 2012
May 28, 2012
The Creeping Ghost Part II
“I’m going where the cold wind blows.” Leadbelly.
The two emerged onto a deserted platform in an all but deserted station in an all but deserted seaside town. This was not the time for seaside towns. In summer, the town thronged with people. Children played, adults laughed, and there would be such a vibrancy of bustling life that stillness seemed implausible. Today was not summer. It was some obscure turning point between seasons, which had not been named. This was not the time for seaside tow...
May 27, 2012
I Am - From The Miller and the Boy
I am the memory of the blue truck
Speeding down the road.
I am the dreamy vision
Of mist on Autumn fields.
I am that thing which once
Sledged through the snow.
I am all that has passed before
Every single moment
Some are lost
Some are still,
And unfolding in time,
The siren in the distance
Where once I sat, a child.
I am them all. I am so much -
That sometimes I wonder
If I am anything of Me at all.
