I've been celebrating National Poetry Month over on Facebook (with one of my poetry groups), but I thought I'd do a last hurrah here as well. So for your enjoyment, a dark poem to chill your soul...
Ashen
Path of stones, pale bones
to carry them down
Hear the wild wind howl
The crow caws, give pause
Shadows shift around
Hear the wild wind howl
Wolf in white, need bite
savagery unbound
Hear the wild wind howl
A scream lost, in frost
countless echoes sound
Hear the wild wind howl
None to save, buried grave
The dead, in the ground
Hear the wild wind howl
2 comments:
Thank you for sharing. It is beautiful. I just love the way you write poetry.
Thanks Francine, I'm pleased you enjoyed it.
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