Well Stuck in a Mood
I’ve yet to see that man smile, a face
set like thick-sawn wood, and he moves
only rarely so as to not appear dead.
Everything in this portmanteau town
is one of two things – either alive or dead,
and yet it’s said he’s never happier in life
than when he’s well stuck in a mood.
But I believe it’s a universal feeling
among us all, although none look worse
for knowing it. This slight village, this
country-errand is a cobbled secret way
when you’re found so newly arrived.
Inspired by Charles Dickens, Three Ghost Stories