I thought I would try something dark. It has been a while. -14th August 2014.


My last night.

I walk the graveyard alone.
The silver hawk moths dance by the fern,
The cicadas serenading the onlooking moon.

A scent of alkaline soil
Carry memories of something sweeter.
The white grass; motionless
Yet happy to observe.

The glazed tombstones seem
As insubstantial as smoke
Under this heavenly sky.

The darkness creeps quickly,
Inviting the bleached moon to hide -
As if an enemy approached.

Only the stars offer a hand.

Perhaps I should lose myself....
At least if I walk the graveyard again
I might return with a friend.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 1073 times
Written on 2014-08-14 at 01:46

Tags Darkness  Life 

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



Dark and spooky and so beautifully written. Wonderful use of words and rhythm. Love it!
2014-08-16


Åsa Andersson
"The glazed tombstones seem
As insubstantial as smoke"
- The contradiction of insubstantial tombstones, such an efficient way to highten the sense of "in between" reality and magic.
I enjoyed this read a lot.
2014-08-14