Alan Morrison

Where Banshees Brought Me

Gusts hurled blustery fists outside

And threw, with sweeps, the rain

That lashed against the draughty glass

Of the sunken window-pane;

I caught the squalling croon

Of a thousand drowning choirs;

The wailing caterwauled across

Plunging downs and dipping mires –

I heard them beckon me outside;

Their morbid song, lifting in pitch,

Led me from a restive mood

To the turbid depths of a ditch;

The wails turned to aqueous gasps –

Into the ditch I tripped and fell;

The rain filled in the dug-up grave

And there’s little else to tell…

Except that here I drowned with ease –

My thoughts: the bricks around this well.

Alan Morrison © 2008

recently published in The London Magazine

from A Tapestry of Absent Sitters (Waterloo Press, 2009)