Two Poems by Colin Ian Jeffery
Surrey, England
Hunchback of Notre Dame Quasimodo weeps in anguish Despised for twisted hunchback ugliness Needing ecstasy of a woman’s touch Knowing he can never father a child Nor kiss the lips of lover who is true. Deformed, limping ugliness sublime Children flee in terror flee screaming Dogs howl seeing his grotesque shape Limping miserably from place to place Trying to hide among the shadows Face turned towards the shadows. He swings clinging to the Great bell Deafened by the thunderous peals Enjoying one brief moment of happiness Forgetting agonies of his loveless life Spirit soaring like a dove over Paris. Howl down the screaming wind Howl down the screaming wind Stem gushing flow of innocent blood Rescue souls lost from whirlpool's trap Floundering lost amidst thunderous waves Dashed and broken upon jagged rocks. War mongers demands beyond control Silencing all prayers for peace Lies told to quell the panic Inmates running the asylum Madness giving birth to destruction.