Date: 24.07.2007
Time: 10:35 p.m.
Listless wonderment at the moon’s glory
Hushed up by the dark shadowy clouds
A stare penetrates the thickness of the fog
And reaches yonder where mists swirl in the bog.
The woods quietened at approaching footsteps
A sigh held back by the hanging branches
The folds of leaves curled up in fear
Of the sounds that hasten, to coldly leer.
There shines a beam amidst the darkness
Intrusive, unwanted, glaring and loud
The forest shudders and closes itself
Footsteps halt at the dark old shelf.
Wan light shimmers through an old crack
Where fingers of wood have parted in vain
The river runs behind in silence
Protective, nourishing and the forest’s defence.
A hand jerks forward, rustling the leaves
The lantern falls and breaks with ease
Fragments fall into the waters like rain
While the trees cringe from the glass in pain.
Quietude resides with the woods at peace
The moon gleams brightly among the trees
Fading footsteps — strained and far away
Sounds silenced, with the arrival of day.
End: 11:00 p.m.
4 comments:
Hmm... reminds me of Walter de la Mare's The Listeners.
One of those poems which influenced me a lot.
And this.. is sort of intriguing. Something like... an unwanted metaphorical... beast destroying the very essence of the forest's roots.
Very... good. Can't say anything else. I am spellbound.
I agree,it is somewhat reminiscent of that poem..but I simply love this,its brilliant
You are a natural!
The atmosphere of the poetry was electric!
its awesome girl...churns out stuff hidden deep inside the heart's deep dark caverns
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