Saturday 5 November 2016

2 Poems by Michael Pendragon


Looks that recall fond lies, forgotten dreams
Voices that ape the gaiety of youth
The smoky air that held grandiose schemes
Washed in a stream of Bourbon and Vermouth
Old friends like echoes in an empty hall
Reverberate, resound, and sweetly fade
Return in whispers too vague to recall
Or phantom faces on a window shade
They're gone. And as I watch the quiet street
I can't remember why we'd thought it fun
To blunder through the night on careless feet
Or lie for hours 'neath the August sun
Oblivious to years that slipped between
Our sunburned toes like so much summer sand
We rolled the dice -- and moved a tiny pace
And watched as youth and hope slipped through our hand
Beside the future we'd forgot to chase


Germinal confluences separate, converge;
redefine spatio-temporal confines of
your half-expectant face.
Husky auguries, corpulent demitasse of
autumn spice,
spills like convivial egg sacs,
bandy-legged harvestmen whisper-web
transverse the amber moonscape of your smile.
Murmuring … murmuring …


Michael Pendragon is an American writer, poet, editor, and publisher currently residing in upstate New York.  He is best known for having published a pair of literary magazines: "Penny Dreadful" and "Songs of Innocence & Experience" (1996-2005).  His published works include: "Much of Madness" - a novel; "Into the Night" - collected poetic works (1980-2010).  His writings have appeared in "The Scarlet Literary Magazine," "Forge," "The Hypertexts," "The Raintown Review," "The Roswell Review," "The Horror Zene," "The Romantics Quarterly," and over 200 others.

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