Depths of Night

In the depths of night, long past midnight,
when shadows come out to play,

Spirits moan for their corporeal bodies,
sounding lost and hollow in their deprivation.

Nightmares with their heaving flanks,
ebony coats glistening, spread their dark visions.

And I, unable to find peace in the arms of sweet sleep,
                      lie with eyes open
watching the haunted dance of shadows at the window.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Don't know why you didn't pursue those "heaving flanks" a bit more.
This poem is a compelling example of smartly-styled light horror.
Very well composed, Judy.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most unusual thought, spirited reverence and guided relevance, well done, good read.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent write!

And i, unable to find peace in the arms of sweet sleep,
lie with eyes open,
watching the haunted dance of shadows at the window.


I remember a time when sweet sleep I couldn't find and i laid with my eyes opened, watching the shadows dance. Counting sheep didn't work either"LOL"

[Angela H.]

There is something going on out there, isn't there? The creepy-crawlies of our imaginations have room to roam when the daily bustle dies down. Nice work.

[Samuel Dickens]

This struck me as the kind of night Edgar Allen Poe was having when he wrote "The Raven".

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Nicely done my friend, the night visits us with imagination ; )

[KAREN]

This one has a dark side to it, but very nice flow! The beginning and ending goes so well together. I think you did a great job! Sorry can't find anything wrong, that's because it is well written!

[Lily Mae]

I am smiling Judy because we can so many times (well I have) talk about the shadows in the night but your twist at the end where you say "lie with eyes wide open" is perfect. Awesome write in my eyes:) x