Mickey Hilts : Writing

Fires

Fires

A Poem by Mickey Hilts


So little was leftA feast of flesh and blood lustThe heart of soul stirs.
Ever

Ever

A Poem by Mickey Hilts


chimes midnight, clock ceases existencea late visit to churchand a candle burning for a sick child,summer is no place for death.
Clearing

Clearing

A Poem by Mickey Hilts


Bleaching a few worries andbathing them in chlorine,a lovely time chatting with a whisky or two,a staring sun will not let us see, sotired and drunk w..
Ending

Ending

A Poem by Mickey Hilts


At the start we kissed -A long long goodnight. SilenceCrept in unannounced.