The Town…
(From August Strindberg’s 1903 painting…)
Mind wandering, sitting alone, troubled, confused.
The isolation indeterminate, the mood captured
By dark, heavy, threatening cloud blundering
Above an ocean and slick boulders, its grim chaos diffused
Into coils and broils of swirling chaos, ruptured
By a deafening squall’s malice, thundering…
The town offers but a slim hope of salvation,
Its curious celestial glimmer like gold in stone;
A precious light, a lure, a glinting invitation
To a soul whose hope has so nearly gone…
Pete Ray
10th February 2025…
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