Monday, December 04, 2006


'...substance of things hoped for...'

Three travellers come
at journeys end
to the house on the hill.
‘Illusion.’ says the first.
And it is.
‘Trap.’ says the second.
And it is.
‘Home.’ says the third.
And it is.


Inconsequential said...

now that's cool.
once again, it's a piece I wish i'd done.

I love shorts though :)

ish said...

I love short poems too. In fact unless there's something pretty darn significant to say ... give readers brevity. Thanks for the kind comments.