W/E 9-12-13 'The Dark'
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:33 pm
‘The Dark…’
Black, the night and eerie, moonlight ribbons through the trees
dart silently and swiftly on the figure ill at ease,
enshrouded by the velvet cape her hooded head bows low,
unslippered feet tread deftly through the bracken fern below,
and she whispers ‘Never tell, say never so’.
Grey, the river glowing, coils its spectral satin spine
around the weeping willows, midnight dancing serpentine,
she shyly stirs the water with a ballerina’s toe,
and forms a chalice from her hand and gently sips the flow,
and she whispers ‘Never tell, say never so’.
Black, the heart and heavy, thumping inside youthful breast,
is pumping, ever pumping at iniquity’s behest,
she lays the lifeless infant on a bed of indigo,
on midnight water-lily leaf, and says, ‘I love you, though …
I cannot ever tell, say never so’.
Black, the night and eerie, moonlight ribbons through the trees
dart silently and swiftly on the figure ill at ease,
enshrouded by the velvet cape her hooded head bows low,
unslippered feet tread deftly through the bracken fern below,
and she whispers ‘Never tell, say never so’.
Grey, the river glowing, coils its spectral satin spine
around the weeping willows, midnight dancing serpentine,
she shyly stirs the water with a ballerina’s toe,
and forms a chalice from her hand and gently sips the flow,
and she whispers ‘Never tell, say never so’.
Black, the heart and heavy, thumping inside youthful breast,
is pumping, ever pumping at iniquity’s behest,
she lays the lifeless infant on a bed of indigo,
on midnight water-lily leaf, and says, ‘I love you, though …
I cannot ever tell, say never so’.
I know I'm recycling some of my old ones for the workshop. I'm not lazy...just busier than a dog with fleas! and I do like to support the faaabulous work our Maureen consistently does....(should that be persistently?)....anyway she's always at it, God Bless her. Many an ultimately prize winning poem comes out of Mausey's prompts.
Thanks Glenny