#jwturner
The white bleached corpse of day is fast
- reddened, bloodied -
torn to scarlet shreds of evening
slashed by wild and fiery crimsons.
Light leaching and passing westward
from bridge to bridge
garlands of mist drift up the river
Shadows dart, shelter and linger
blackness creeps and claws
the shades of night
Darkness spills down docks and ditches
fingers through the strands of light
by midnight every dock is still
Moon hangs full, naked and weary
slow stiching silver threads
through tall ships rigging
in the dim and dreary night
A yapping dog disturbs the quiet
more insistent than the stars.
© M.L.Emmett
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
Blood punching hard through every vein
White thunder drums with fists of rain
Lightning’s whip cracks flashing white
Ships heave and seem to leap in light
Sea spins and swirls staccato pace
Engulfing waves rush strong embrace
Blood pounds the human heart with fear
Just spume and brine with no-one near
Cold wind is whining overhead
Its roaring sound could raise the dead
The strafing power of Nature’s might
On this shuddering dark, bleak night.
© M.L.Emmett
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC