The Night Without

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 25 Nov 2013
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 Evening drips,

doggedly away –

amaranthine

on silvered pond,

in limpid leagues

of silence.

 

Downstairs, in the hall,

the clock, ratchets on,

marking time,

to the passing of time.

 

Lorries make sweet susurrus

on dew-damp streets

and the moon looks down –

prayers stamped upon her face;

 

solitary hours, stacked,

each upon each,

like deckchairs

on a windswept

winter’s beach.

 

Whilst I long for peace

a barn owl’s white screech

pierces the Stygian gloom;

a hymn, to its insouciance.

 

In a moment, it is lost

to the shuddering trees,

and I am left still chasing

that which evades me;

 

a prisoner

of these tortured

tangled sheets...caught

in the chasm

of his absence.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Another really good poem, full of great images, like the deckchairs. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, catherine.  Pleased you enjoyed...and speaking of deckchairs, wouldn't mind some nice warm weather to go with them.  My garden was white with frost this morning.  Hope you have a 'sparkling' winter's day, as this one promises to be in my neck of the woodssmiley

 

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

So many great metaphors in this poem Tina.  I cannot pick out a favourite as they're all so good to read.  Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny. So pleased you thought so.

Tina

 

Submitted by a102866 on

A nice, introspective view of the inner city and the inner self. These two themes are nicely melded together. Your artistic descriptions have created a picturesque poem.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You got to the heart of this poem with your comments, a102866.  More than appreciated;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

a picture that would fit many causes of troubled spirit causing insomnia, I thought, and was rather intrigued at the vividness of the last stanza, and then thought that it actually comes from the generation that loves 2 sheets on a bed, not just undersheet and duvet! But the image must remain, though tangled duvet often! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

How right you are about that duvet, Rhiannon. Many thanks for your lovely comment.

Tina