Feckless fools

I sat

in my lair

listening,

at first a distant patter

then harder, louder

batter, batter, batter

drumming its steady,

insistent beat

on glass cymbals

that frame my world,

throwing light

on my troubled mind.

 

I close my eyes,

relax,

allow the rythm

to fill my senses

a dull aching pain,

yet pleasant,

as a memory

long forgotten

flits across my mind, 

chased away

by the feckless fools

who's companionship

 

I endure.

 

 

© Paul O' Neill 2012

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Wakeofahero]

Liked this alot!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

one can actually hear the rhythmic cadence of the emotive drops~

[Pól]

go raibh maith agat, mo chára

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole]

alas! I don't speak Gaelic~ the only thing I ever learned in Gaelic is a naughty sentence~

[Pól]

just thanking u-appreciate ur comment
I bet its something to do with pog ma hón

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole]

HOW'D YOU KNOW???? Lol!!! exactly!

[Pól]

Mind-reader

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole]

oh oh =)~