Today’s quote for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge is from the ‘The Rose of Battle’ by WB Yeats: ‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring the bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’
Jane’s blog is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/11/15/a-month-with-yeats-day-fifteen/
My poem today, penned in Stockholm Arlanda airport, is called NORTH OF THE NOISE
And so I come north
where the air cuts colder,
where daylight is a breath
that barely bays, night
a blanket bound to days.
I am not here to stay but
on a sway through ticking
time, to see what rests
where the light is less,
where day finds end before
being truly bent, where life
harks to harder as the day
hangs darker, dreams now are
the comings and goings,
the stuffing out of hours
before a bitter blanket of
blinkered blindness. Sad hearts
grow sadder, they say, grow
seasonal into sombre, into
the shadow of a city standing
still, waiting for the will. Days
fall short, are gone before
they can be caught, like hours,
like time, like the hand in that taxi
I once held, like all we cannot
hold, like all that ticks onwards,
all that moves off with the light
while I come here to the land
which time has left behind it.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
This poem seems to circle like the hands of a clock, round and round into darkness.
Quite a dark poem but haunting.
I guess it was how the short days of shorthorn felt this week
Stockholm!! Oops
The ghost of autocorrect strikes everyone.
Another lovely, wistful one
“Days
fall short, are gone before
they can be caught, like hours,
like time, like the hand in that taxi. . .” It does circle.