Alan Morrison




Where Banshees Brought Me



Gusts hurled blustery fists outside

   And threw, with sweeps, the rain

That lashed against the draughty glass

   Of the sunken window-pane;


I caught the squalling croon

   Of a thousand drowning choirs;

The wailing caterwauled across

   Plunging downs and dipping mires –


I heard them beckon me outside;

   Their morbid song, lifting in pitch,

Led me from a restive mood

   To the turbid depths of a ditch;


The wails turned to aqueous gasps –

   Into the ditch I tripped and fell;

The rain filled in the dug-up grave

   And there’s little else to tell…


Except that here I drowned with ease –

   My thoughts: the bricks around this well.






Alan Morrison © 2008

recently published in The London Magazine

from A Tapestry of Absent Sitters (Waterloo Press, 2009)