Hanging Over

Hanging Over

A Poem by E.C.F. Doyle

Where will we be in our wandering hours,
When the quarter light splits the night
And we toll the dreaded dower?
Recalling divine heroes of mendacious dreams;
Clad with charm and courage
To win the heart of fair maiden.
Never a vile wretch of visceral intent;
Hound laden. 

We never question its worth,
Trying to remember 
Memories of memories.
Sunday morning was made 
For tapping at the door,
And made to lurk about the house,
Play the great predatory game,
Building a dead man's gallows.

© 2013 E.C.F. Doyle


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hm no .. i see no debauchery and drunkenness here .. unless its within those dreams ... memories of memories are so distorted too much of the time .. you are a Dublin man .. and i think that Sunday tapping is much more serious than a hangover .. i will be the first to admit my wrong seeing of this poem .. but no matter i think you are wonderfully in command of the language, innuendo and heart .. i don't necessarily understand flowers either .. but i love 'em :) i think this is a noteworthy poem with depth and tragedy ..
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


If I understood this correctly,
I know quite a few folks whom
this description fits.
~Claire

Posted 10 Years Ago


A very well done piece here. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I wasn't sure if this was meant to be a darker piece. I might have read it wrong.
It read to me as a Saturday night out full of debauchery and sin and then a bit hungover and hypocritical sitting in a pew on Sunday morning.

I enjoyed the imagery in this piece. Well done! :)



Posted 11 Years Ago


"wandering hours,
When the quarter light splits the night
And we toll the dreaded dower?
Recalling divine heroes of mendacious dreams;"
That is some good poetry...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Where will we be, indeed...this one spoke to me. I have been here; I have felt this. Memories are entities, like ghosts haunting the hallways. So many images and ideas in this that I can relate to. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very cool and extremely dark and powerful. I liked the feel of this. It asks many questions which I will ponder throughout the day. Very nice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Not usually big on poetry but this struck me as well thought out, and carefully constructed. Which is code for I liked it but have no idea what it meant. I've always been very bad at symbolism though so don't think it's you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a well-crafted poem! The water-like flow and the evident care for diction make it a stunning read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Witty, clever, and intriguing. I liked the theme, poetic flow, and tone of your poem. Great job. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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E.C.F. Doyle
E.C.F. Doyle

Dublin, Ireland



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