Northern Lights

pot lights, out of the corner dome
darkness, streaking up
in a light green white, highlighting
the forever black – flying
saucer shape over madoc before
vertical evaporation through
evening horizon

sprouting out of the neighbours’
cornfield,
silhouettes, the potted lights continue upwards
east of the stars in remaining sky,
unbroken patch of cloud light – zombies are
called upon to start crawling out
among the million standing stalks

old stirling train tracks, now a heritage
trail, walking home
passing school, post hours of
aerobics gym-slash-unknown apartments
-this very simple beauty in october,
striking north in the sky, in the last patch
of this pre season snow globe dome,
where the clouds can dance
themselves to sleep.

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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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