Preambles – Brian Morton


Your ghost has moved in with me.
I catch smiling glimpses
in still eye corners.
I hear its voice whispering
in silent moments.
I feel the touch of its hand
when I am alone.
The taste of its kiss
brings a mist to my eyes.
Your almost forgotten scent lies in wait
when I enter a room,
warming my senses,
chilling my heart.
Your ghost has moved in with me.
Why did you move out?


After Spring we all feel,
so much brighter, not glummer,
‘cos it stays fairly early,
much later in Summer.
Then after the Autumn,
we start feeling surlier,
for in Winter you know,
it gets late, so much earlier.