The Consequences

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Peter J. King United Kingdom

Peter J. King was active on the London poetry scene in the 1970s, as poet, publisher, editor, performer, broadcaster, & events organiser.  Returning to poetry in 2013 after about thirty years’ absence, he’s since published three collections, the most recent being Ghost Webs (The Calliope Script), & has been widely published in journals & anthologies. He can be found at https://wisdomsbottompress.wordpress.com/peter-j-king/

     in the frail sky
                                                                      stars flicker
                                                                distant candles in a chilly breeze

                                                                                                in the pool below
                                                                                     they seem still brighter
                                                                      but more likely to be snuffed

                though the East’s no paler now
                            yet something feels about to change

                                                             the gracious ones
                                                                       stir
                                              gathering in darkness
                                                                                              we see their movements
                                                                    by the blotting out of constellations
                                                                               feel them
                                                            by the gathering of dread
                                                                                       that ripples heavily
                                                                                                       across our minds

                                                                                                       we wait
                                                                                            for the sky’s collapse
                                                                   we wait
                                                           for the fury to break upon us

                      in the failing sky
                                      the stars wink out
                                                                                   and fear falls
                                                                             on a darkened world