Wednesday, May 22, 2013


photoart: ralph murre


by Jude Genereaux

It could have been the wind
batten’ed ‘round the house

the brass chimes maniacally
clanging against the timbers

waking me in the hours
those wee small hours, I used to sleep;

it could have been the silent moon’s
furtive sliding through my window

branding it’s lament on your empty pillow,
knowing what haunts the little hours
                                              is you.

                        ~ first published in the Museletter