Moonless Nights

words in short rows

The live oaks by the river live and thrive and hide

In summer when the heat is up in the leaves

And the blood boils or at least steeps

In rich veins of poor men and their women

Great white moths fly at night, flame drawn to

Where the live oaks by the river thrive and hide

In summer high up in the leaves

The dark things high up in the leaves

The things that watch and wait for

Opportunities, opportunities and

Unattended children.   

 

Reviews

[Laz K.]

I often get that feeling, too, that behind the (more or less) peaceful and "normal" facade of the world there's something mad and sinister. The Gnostics already talked about it in their dualistic worldview way back when. The mood in this poem is truly creepy - which is a compliment to your writing.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading. Yes, it went over the edge of the world there at the end.

[Dave Brown]

The nasties

[Delmar Cooper]

How did such a brief comment pass the hall monitor, when I attempt brevity I am prompted to include a minimum 25 characters

[Dave Brown]

stretch the second word twenty five spaces away

[Delmar Cooper]

Ok, now where can I buy a really long mouse cord?

[h d e rushin]

i can't sleep anymore. Just a few hours here and there. Then i'm up looking for something growing to put some water on. Or having doubts about the last poem I wrote. And it actually gets worst in the summer months. In July and August I actually have an excuse. I blame the morning doves for song. For the mouse that left shards of paper strewn on the bathroom floor. And I blame you and your moonless nights for me searching the sky for the night creatures destined to eat me whole...nappy hair and all........./ love dana

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading. Lavender. The imaginary creatures of the imaginary night are repelled by lavender. Wal Mart Great Value Lavender Air Freshener will do the job cheaply.

[rew]

creepy but, "unattended children will be, eaten!"
is a line in one of those children's films ' Ice Age ' a series about the, erm, ice age
I've forgotten which one.
So... (i can't think of anything else to add)

rew (not her real nime)

[Delmar Cooper]

Those are the movies with the psychotic squirrels, right?

[rew]

Yup, the very same

[John Cardwell]

That is a wonderfully creepy poem!

[Delmar Cooper]

We have live oaks here in Alabama, and history. There was a time we had live oaks and lynchings. Like you said, creepy. There is something about a very dark and very hot night that builds towards the macabre - that sinister feeling.

Thank you so much for reading this.