SYMPHONY IN GREY
In the far corner of a black room
A little boy sat
‘Twas night and quiet as a tomb
He shivered ‘neath his hat.
There was no light to lead him on
So he stayed where he was fixed
Since night fell down, and shadows danced
He had not made a twitch.
He twiddled his thumbs, and pulled on his hat
And then looked all around
For the brim of dark was teeming
And there was no one to be found.
TEXT © C.M. BLACKWOOD 2016.