Refugees (Poetry)

These thoughts are strays — undisciplined — at odds
with everything — their origins unknown
they wander in unwanted — growl and turn
to shadows — thin outlandish figures thrown
against a grainy light they blur and blend
unspeakable — too formless to offend.

They haunt the gloom — in ones and twos they come
sneaking through the mind’s unmended fence
all skin and bone — evolved in some dark bog
hauled to the page they stumble — make no sense
I cannot name or classify nor guess
what purpose these strange figments might possess.

They will not be coralled or roped or chained
they won’t be tamed but simply pass on through
and leave a trail untrackable that fades
with memory’s impression — melts like dew
evapourating — vanished into air
denying such odd thoughts were even there.

Wild they are — unbroken — free to roam
imagination’s miles — its rough terrain
a scattering of creatures carved from myth
they browse beneath the stars on some far plain
’til instinct draws them — has them travel blind
through nomansland — all boundaries undefined.