John Grey

The Sonnet of the Well
Each rung of ladder and distant dog's bark 
Is a whispered legend that old hags tell, 
Half-warning, half toothless accursed spell, 
By fire's dying embers, a cackled," Hark 
There be underworld demons, landscapes stark 
As burning Godless catacombs of hell"; 
I lower myself down into the well, 
Mossy, damp, eerie, malodorous dark.
Touch bottom, cold water splash, far moonlight 
Gleams skeletal fragments, foul fluids congeal 
Around blood scraps of devils' appetite, 
Scattered remnants of interrupted meal –
None more monstrous than the cover slammed tight 
Far above me, a dreadful airless seal.

John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident, whose work has recently appeared in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review, and Hollins Critic. His latest books, Leaves On Pages, Memory Outside The Head, and Guest Of Myself, are available through Amazon.