austerity is a bleak thing...
for larry



Shadows

This glade is warmed by this low moon
Yet it is the shadows that arrest me-
That attach themselves to things...look!
The trees have seized them and spun them to webs
It seems and the light slowly fades to the blackness.

These shadows scare me.
They are implacable with cruelty and even the luminous
Amongst us become dim and dispirited.
They are as vampires and do not reflect on the sufferings
As they try to steal our fragile happinesses.

Full well we know if we bow down they will drain our blood.

We will gather then in this lunar glow as
The low moon rises and gives way to the morning...and we
In this ancient glade will stand above their ashes.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-10-06 at 23:56

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2012-10-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, I believe that we will because, after all, they are only shadows.
2012-10-10



This is among your best, I think. I love 'shadows...attach themselves to thing...look!/The trees have seized them and spun them to webs.'

Beautifully written and profound.

William
2012-10-08


Sid Gardner
Even the moon which has a pale cold unearthly presence has the facility to bring a warmth or change ones surroundings. The warmth in our hearts is better shared to fight the depths of dispair that sometimes blinds us. Luna reminds us that the morning will bring warmth, hope and the glow of a new dawn.
2012-10-08


penfold18
Shadows as fascinating as they are frightening and the poem itself has a sombre side I feel yet draws the reader into it,interesting as well as entertaining~Graham.
2012-10-08


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
A difficult subject to make poetry of . . . you've done it well and truly. I try to share your optimism, that "we will stand above their ashes,' but it becomes harder and harder.
2012-10-07