Light

Light shone bright, dependent, denying darkness place,

holding hands with morning, laughing in night’s face,

as if the moment gathered, dawn’s skirts in feathered grace;

so did my mind start sorting, which dreams it would erase.

In distant, echoed laughter, old beliefs were holding court,

repairing ravaged faces, plucks out black hairs of thought,

as grimaced teeth were baring, in warnings darkly fraught;

the harridan of hope bedecked, in bitter dreams, distraught.

Mould of mind as perfume damply black did slowly drift,

creeping onto brightened edges, mourning’s  fresh, cruel gift,

declaring Death had claimed the day, raised glass did surely lift;

so was  past then cast aside, and memory so dismissed.

Advertisements

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s