Sunday, 16 April 2017

Poem - A Skull

Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse

A Skull

Deep pitted eyes although gone still stare

hollow empty orbits

above teeth that bare and snarl

with expressionless menace

of a sinister glare

whitened bone defleshed of its skin

domed rounded housing

of what was therein

of a shell that once thought

a shell that once felt

a shell of long gone emotion

where a soul had once dwelt, a person inside

once with ideas, once with dreams

now gone, left vacant

having lost all the means that

once defined and captured its life

it is all of us beneath the flesh

but makes us chill and reminds us of death

one of us no more but a shell left behind

an omen of the dead

that of a head but a head not quite –

a skull

© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.


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