Hound Around

By Yavar Khan Qadri 

With thick fog spreading
towards every heading,
and the night being pierc'd
with a howling sound

The legend seemeth true,
thee can't receiveth through,
the beshrew is balanc'd
pound f'r pound

Nay chance of respite
in this frightening night;
thy end is near,
just out of sight


Thee reacheth f'r thy  pistol
in the fog fill'd  dark
Then, suddenly, thee heareth
a deafening bark

and then thee see
the phosphorus dust
on the glowing creature
with a bloodthirsty lust

Finally, thee giveth up;
giveth into fate;
the beshrew wast early
and thou art late

Thy batter'd remains
shall nev'r be found
and thy screams shall cease
with a parting sound;

Yond would be
the resounding  burp
through the mo'r
of the Baskervilles' hound

Bio

I am of Kashmiri origin and I am inspired by the Romantic Period and I typically write lyric poetry in free verse. I am a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the subject of my poem ranges from social (political to romantic, and the morbid. I believe in the healing power of imagination and I write in solidarity with the marginalized and oppressed thoughts and emotions of individuals and groups in society. I am an anarcho-syndicalist.

I have written poems for the Labour Movement (As printed on this year's May Day flyers, through the Toronto Airport Workers Council.) And I have been a guest speaker for a socialist group. Above all, I love writing about the morbidity in our thoughts and don't hesitate to bring it out on paper. Here's my blog: Acids of Thought.