Nonnet – Undergrowth

The broken lamp sizzles noisily
In the musty, run down abbey.
Solitude rushes to meet
The vagrant in the street.
Altar deserted –
Haven torn

High Tide

Salty waves subside
In the dying blue coast
A sluggish genocide
To bygone beaches – a toast

Habitation is of the past
Hollow shells cluster the sand
Light is fading fast
Ghostly winds now almost bland

Twilight turns twinkling pin
Into distant specks of dirt
That dust blue, making dim
The once glimmering hearth