A white winter sun
Embattled and preoccupied
Rises in a pale hazy sky.
Cold winds collide,
Then disperse over Medville.
Warblers are hiding;
So are magpies and mourning doves.
A brave and solitary gull
Squawks her unease on a wing.
Day dreams tumble, freeze
And disappear in a squall.
Last night Mistral scrubbed the sky,
Tore ochre blossoms off mimosas,
Stripped pine needles and palm fronds.
Branches and limbs moaned and snapped.
Ursa Major looked on, unmoved.
Night mares and hounds,
Ghosts and phantoms
Screeched in the blackness
Beyond the window panes.
So long ago it was when
You watched over me
And held me when harpies
Cackled round my bed.
Now cold sheets answer
My anguished fingers.
Images: Ursa major http://www.allthesky.com/
Chimerical and evocative. Nice piece.
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Thanks Mike. I am so glad that you enjoyed the writing.
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Hey Emm …wow this is a sad none …your words Emm- embattled, mourning, stripped, phantom,screeching topped off with cold sheets and cackling harpies…hope Papa Bear is right !
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Only a bad dream Tony.
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Emm, wake up ! You’re having a really bad dream ! …but you wrote well about it.
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Sleepless nights are a bear, don’t you think?
I’m up now. 😉
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…meaner than a bear !!!
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Haunting.
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That’s what ghosts do…or the shoulds, coulds, woulds, which is the same as harpies.
It’s just a poem….
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Encore stupéfiant, tu rends personnel les elements naturels.
Les choses effrayantes sont aussi trop réelles.
Et la solitude déchire le coeur.
Superbe.
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Tu es toujours tres gentil. Merci.
Heureusement tu es indechirable et ce n’est qu’un poeme!
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