A Dickensian DarknessA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)As Dickens might have written of darkness (hopefully!)Light chased and scattered In a mirror shattered… Ink on a bleak blotter An ebon Rorschach stain… Dark chocolate color Of old weathered copper And shutters turned tight ‘gainst the night and the rain… Ghosts rising, shining From black, mist dusted pavement Muffled echoes murmur… Cries, sadly seeking replies… From those startled spectres From shadows into life… That in turn offer answers In the darkest of lies Soon the soft brush Of lush branches ‘gainst my windowpanes Will become skeletal scratching Demands…cold, dark and drear and stained with strife unrestrained Could as well have been… And very likely was, in truth In the candlelit gloom an archaic dream A Dickensian darkness dank, dark and heartless Such was, the velvet shroud …It seemed… © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on December 7, 2012 Last Updated on December 8, 2012 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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