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SG Holter
Poems
Nov 2015
Salamanders Escaping the Grasp of a Hungry Atmosphere
I wonder why the dead only
Pass through my bedroom
Goosebumping my exposed arm,
When I'm alone.
It's as if they won't disturb us, or
Know they'd startle her a lot more
Than they do me.
They're as unsensational to me as
Any gust of wind; falling stars
Leaving temporary tails on the night
Skies like salamanders escaping the
Grasp of a hungry atmosphere.
Faceless footsteps, doors opening,
Invisible tenants at times nudgingΒ Β
Me awake, whispering wordlessly:
Did you blow out that last candle,
Young man?
Creaking walls, blinking lights.
I welcome them with warm
Sincerity. Dead or alive,
A fleeting mist in an old room
Or flesh and blood speaking only
Of times long gone over lukewarm
Tea; I always respect my elders.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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