Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Accumulation


The ghosts of everyone who ever died
within this city's boundaries still walks
our streets, transparent, limned by ancient fires
or turn-of-century incandescent lights.
The oldest, wrapped in woolly rhino hide
and seated on a mammoth pelvis, talk
of endless paths beside a sea of ice
and cats with fangs as long as both your arms,
while younger ghosts hang on the singing wires
and read the messages the living write.
A whiff of spruce, of smoke and ginseng, spice
the darkened streets that once led through the farms
built by the wagon-men and prairie-bonnet wives,
an ever-lengthening parade of ghostly lives.

--painting by Rick Mobbs
Collection available! Knocking from Inside

4 comments:

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

This is great! I haven't been by Rick's for awhile. I'm glad you have!

Irving said...

Wow, a perfectly haunting and lovely poem to go with the haunting and lovely painting :)

Ya Haqq!

rick said...

Nice! Glad you could do something with this. I love the younger ghosts hanging out on the singing wires. A friend called the people here, "city flowers".

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