ALL SOULS

Cherry

By Linda Wigzell Cress

Mon, 31 Oct 2016
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Icy fingers on gnarled brown limbs

Of ancient creaking trees

Point towards the darkling sky

Where thunderous clouds

Scud by on boisterous breeze;

Past hurly-burly creatures screaming

While holy angels are softly praying

And cherubim are sweetly dreaming

Of love and peace and the Heavenly King,

Unaware of mischievous intent

To invade their sleep so innocent.

Without a sound

A feather from a cherub's folded wing

Floats towards the ground

So cold and hard with sparkling frost.

Thus Lucifer holds sway

And another human soul is lost

Upon the Eve of All Saints Day.

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POETRY
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I'm glad you don't just turn evil into a laughing matter, and draw a pleasant contrast of those loving good, and you keep a tight but attractive form to your writing as usual.

This reminds me though of Elijah taunting the prophets of Baal to cry louder because maybe their god was asleep or deep in thought (1 Kings 17:27), but as Psalm 121 says, the real God is ever-awake to care, help, see and hear, and isn't caught out by mischief! Satan is still able to do much ill, and we should resist him, but he's not in control, as will finally be shown! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

very atmospheric!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Linda,

Loved the significance of this poem as it drifts between light and dark.

Beautifully mastered.

Jenny.