Friday, December 09, 2011

New Poetry by Doug Holder

Hotel Chelsea: New York City : Jan 2010

Down the hall

I was a ghost

spectral passes

to the head

rootless as

the spartan corner room

the steam announcing itself

with calculating clicks.

I was far from

what owned me

in a home for transience

a protective scab

over my head...

I am only passing through.

Every creak of a door

every unexpected wisp of musty air

someone was here

A shallow sleep

I was interrupted

by a man

his torso

bleeding into the dark

his face a polished white

looking at my window

to the "hell with you"

honks of cabs

and the pleads

of the city lights below--

he nodded to me

"Yes," I said, "I know."

- Doug Holder 2011

Doug Holder's work has been in Manifold( UK), Poetry Kit ( UK), Fine Line, Poesy, Endicott Review and others. I teach writing at Bunker Hill Community College in Boston and Endicott College in Beverly, Mass. 


Brian Morrisey said...

Great poem Doug! Impressed with the depth of this one!

Susie Davidson Journalist Boston Mass. said...

Very good Doug. What a venerable place to be in. Talk about ghosts, indeed.