Happened at Night
Ribbon dark starlight
shone in glints
setting sun gone
its thoughts remained
short reflections
sharks
minnows through the sea
willow patterned islands
floating over time's edge
salt tears dripped
the eaves
a strangled tree
fists pruned bare
stared at night
the rats stirred straw
gnawed apples cores
feathers ruffled
a dead sea gull
the shriek
of a cloaked doorway
old man Wither's shed
oil lamp swinging
squeaked
at that hour
she succumbed
sank to the earth
no more seen
Comments
such beautiful poetry
lying about for a year and nine months
un-relished okay un-cherished
I am sure Neo's like poetry no more
except a few who say
you read me and I will you
Stan must gallop on horse back ...
No one should post
till one has read and commented on one
and made sure all know
like this one
ma'am i seek
ur pardon
Ann
A lovely way to get away from the normal write,
and all in all it held a simplistic beauty and was a treat to read,
Yours Ian.T
Thank you you are right Ian,
Thank you you are right Ian, its not the norm as you say,
sometimes we have to jump sideways don't we.
Thanks for comments.
AnnW