No One Hears the Call

Sunlight dapples

Oak tree tops

Above the leaded roof

The sky screams


Searching for the truth

Victorian tiles

Line the attic

Of Dylan’s distant vision

The rain cascades


Reaching no decision

Radiators rumble

Shunning silence

With dim electric noise

The heating coughs


Humanity destroys

Window shutters

Cause shadows

Upon the study wall

The day’s stillness


No-one hears the call


Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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