Fragments Of Adventure
By Rowan Blair Colver
In distant pavemented walkways,
Laden with cracks and chickweed,
Where freight trains rumble gradually,
And fox cubs yawn in the headlights,
On siding roads with nowhere to go,
But to empty sheds now left to shadows,
Cobweb curtains bristle with delicate gusts,
Where cracked windows caked in dust,
Let in the ghostly air quietly singing,
Coughing blankets crumple hastily,
Gloomy corners threaded with coats,
Daring laughter muffled by cold,
Lost fragments of adventure locked away.
By Rowan Blair Colver
In distant pavemented walkways,
Laden with cracks and chickweed,
Where freight trains rumble gradually,
And fox cubs yawn in the headlights,
On siding roads with nowhere to go,
But to empty sheds now left to shadows,
Cobweb curtains bristle with delicate gusts,
Where cracked windows caked in dust,
Let in the ghostly air quietly singing,
Coughing blankets crumple hastily,
Gloomy corners threaded with coats,
Daring laughter muffled by cold,
Lost fragments of adventure locked away.
