Monday, 25 April 2011

A Night Out with Black Annis


We grab a corner of the town each


And give it a thundering shake.


Annis rises up through the dust cloud


She's caught her cloak on the church spire


Spinning it around in a twist.


My name I scratch into tombstones


While she's up on the roof tiles


Drumming a tune with a cross.


I follow the time of her rhythm


Lighting new colours in stained glass


To end I leave them all black.


She leads me through pathways unheard of


Where houses shiver and moan.


In the air there's a whisper from Annis


Turning the brooding womb barren.


There's an act going on through a keyhole


Temptation has his legs round a virgin.


They flock for a peep for a coin.


So we have the people distracted


A wailing babe is our next pious cause.


We slice it through a window left closed.


An eyeball for cats to paw pat


Hounds make carvings in bone


A crow soars away with a milk tooth.


The only use we can find is to eat it.


And I give twenty good reasons


When asked why.


We count the devils footprints


The crossroads is where we meet.


He knows of our occupation


And thinks it wise not to stay.


But he keeps on the right side of Annis


And offers to take up the blame.


Now she's become monumental


Her hair flying thrashes open the sky.


Annis is out on her own now


The time to be on the road home.



2011



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