The Deep Blue.

The deep blue black green of 

winding hill roads roared

like an injured jungle cat.

The silence after has never 

been quite so deafing,

not a cricket, neary a hum,

no traffic, no twinkling thrum

of stars on the way side.

I shot straight up in my bed

and clutched my pillow, the

deep rich indigo laughter

of June,

had been silenced.

...and I learned what it meant

to be numb, dumb as the bones 

of an old byway.

He had come my way

to exact his revenge, 

by silencing

the glorious night.

I opened my arms and

embraced the madness

and loved it black,

'til it was distant

then out of sight.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

This one rocks corset. Love the first stanza. Great job

[Corset]

Thud! woot I gotta Rock from Baby!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow, how I read this is someone dealing with depression and agonizing over the joys then are missing out on with a loved one.

[Corset]

Fun to read your take on it, thank you R&R

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome.

[Sophy Freebirds]

I love nature. The way you've described the night - deep blue blanket,silenced road... not even a hum.you expertly create an atmosphere.The journey you take the reader through is hauntingly enchanting- the call of nature,the struggle.. then the numbness.... Really dark and gripping.. well done :)

~Sophy

[Corset]

Thank you so much Freebird

[Sophy Freebirds]

Was a pleasure :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think this might be my favorite ever from you...something about the way you metaphorically use nature...the roar he brought to you...but left you silent, mad, wanting...

not even the sound of a cricket...how eerie...but at least there was that glorious night...such price to pay though...when everything afterwards goes completely still...even the beating of a heart.

[Corset]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this one Jacob, thank you!