The Hounds Of Time (Poetry)
11th July 2021
I hear the hours snapping
they’re close upon my heels
they dog my every detour
at least that’s how it feels
Some lolling tongue has tasted
the scent of slow demise
past decades all but wasted
the once-bright fading eyes
This quarry’s old and weary
there’s no place left to hide
the mirror holds no secrets
when shadow’s brushed aside
There’s nowhere left to run to
the hounds of time are here
they’re panting in close rhythm
their message loud and clear
they’re close upon my heels
they dog my every detour
at least that’s how it feels
Some lolling tongue has tasted
the scent of slow demise
past decades all but wasted
the once-bright fading eyes
This quarry’s old and weary
there’s no place left to hide
the mirror holds no secrets
when shadow’s brushed aside
There’s nowhere left to run to
the hounds of time are here
they’re panting in close rhythm
their message loud and clear