One Lonely Night

I thought to write of love;

And did, until the critics tracked me down,

To warn me of the blackout in the town ...

No lights above.

 

No lights above, no voices raised in praise,

No worth in words, no thought for life or love,

But scarecrows that will turn away the birds -

On silent days.

 

And love then wheeled about,

To threaten of some dull monopoly

To halt my pen and stall my mastery,

And turn me out.

 

There’s little love to write;

Distemper is endemic in the race,

And jaundice is a peril of the eye,

To leave us stare at some receding face ...

One lonely night.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[THE BLACK SEAL]

I rather enjoy reading your stuff. it is marvelously crafted and i cannot find anything bad to say about it on the count of individuality alone. thank you for being a friend and being in INK. I really think you are a standout...like the pic too by the way, makes me think of fairport convention or steeleye span, two of my favorite bands.. Then of course there is me but i am sorta like frank zappa...lol