First Light Over Highbridge close by Harlem River first light over Highbridge awakens the Metropolis, slowly yawning after another long night as the remnants of winter’s curse hug roofs, cling to gullies to sparkle in sunlight rising from the aura of Queens with smoke escaping to heavens languid, pungent, swirling in morning breeze that oozes through branches where last vestiges of fall remain tarnished ochre and brown clinging tight to marled arms scarred, battered to be consigned to decomposition among mulch squelching in deep crevices of the Bronx as hickory bacon crisps on skillets, coffee percolates too long WNYC meanders loudly above distant aural trauma tractors with trailers, horse drawn carriages to Manhattan yet no boats sailing the Harlem, no carts on slick tracks no workers on sloping sidewalks ice encrusted like the Arctic just solitary feral cats, packs of stray dogs howling in unison chasing tales of headless riders gliding over sleepy hollows in a register well above audible to humans not quite awake as suburbia groans from dystopia at first light over Highbridge close by Harlem River Alun Robert Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. Of late, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges. In 2019, he was a Featured Writer of the Federation of Writers Scotland.
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
The Ekphrastic Review
COOKIES/PRIVACY
This website uses marketing and tracking technologies. Opting out of this will opt you out of all cookies, except for those needed to run the website. Note that some products may not work as well without tracking cookies. Opt Out of CookiesJoin us: Facebook and Bluesky
June 2025
|