A bluestone house next to the park,
Near the edge of a country town.
No scores to settle, yet a voice
That wants fear to be the answer.
Unrecognisable laughter.
Look, he could taunt a bear, tell you
He knows where your children are on
A spinning globe, make stars break down
Over cypress that shuts off light,
Out of thin air make headlamps flare
On the bay window, and set fire
To a brace of brollies by the door.
Friends wondered who, why. A hard fact:
Some wed dark fantasy, and act.
Poem
Calls like storms
Dugald Williamson