A Poem by Mark A. Murphy

Lethal Loneliness



In my rooms above the town – I conjure

you on to the page

and we speak into the early hours.

How strange and lonely

we’ve become over these years of exile

barely remembering how to kiss.


Where do we belong? The world of bodies

has no further use for us

so we pass our time alone in our thoughts

caught between conjuring

and dreaming, unable to grapple

with such opaque and arcane pleasures.


We pray for one more night together –

as if one night might assuage

the two thousand nights spent alone.

We look into the abyss and stare down Death

as if this is not our time.

Who would believe that being alone

could be lethal?



Mark A. Murphy’s first full length collection, Night-watch Man & Muse was published in November 2013 from Salmon Poetry (Eire). Murphy’s poems have been published in over 175 magazines and ezines in 17 different countries world wide. His next collection, Night Wanderer’s Plea is due out this December from Waterloo Press.