Published January 15th, 2024
by Shauna Checkley
That big white scroll of cloud
To the liminality of skyline.
The grains passing fast
Through the hourglass
Watch for that Thief's hand
Scrolling, scrolling, along
Trumpet's blast, Seven seals open
The seas die, Lord of the Flies
My Christian Faith will keep me safe.
We were once stardust
Now we return to dust,
Musty rust, sands blowing
Dali's clocks have all stopped
That scroll unfolding
That scroll has run
Addendum, the end has come.
About the Poet
Shauna Checkley resides in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Shauna Checkley's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #8, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Calgary Poetry Magazine:
by Arthur Dick
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