William F Dougherty

Rookie - 16 Points (West Hartford, CT)

Grayscale


The archived rite returns in gothic gray:
a bruise-dark sky, a blunt and tugging rain,
a sheen of black umbrellas, spaded clay.
The camera obscura, mind, ingrains
his father’s plot; and next, to seal her pain,
within three months, his mother’s sudden grave;
a delved dominion sears the turf again.
Nothing breaks the burlaped afternoon, save
when lightning cleaves the murk. Magnesium
klieg lights stun the monochrome, a dumb
tableau: the mind is cued, replays the stark
and smarting slides on memory’s screen. Surreal
and jerky frames project from a silent reel,
expose a membraned refuge caved in dark.

WFD
[Variorum redux.]

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2008

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  • Rookie - 321 Points Jim Hogg (4/26/2012 8:50:00 AM)

    I've been here before. A mere four years more reveal even more riches - bring its power uncomfortably near. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (3/24/2008 10:55:00 PM)

    Beautifully crafted. I felt as I was at the grave site holding a black umbrella to hold back the chill and bite of the rain. I agree with Bungay, the language is indeed masterful. (Report) Reply

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