The Oak And Two Thieves

I`m not too sure this will be read. Important for me is to write.

Washed with old rain

that maps the parentless wind,

under a sky scant with grey birds.

Heavy with wood;illuminated with dew,

one with open heaven; thorn-ringed,

as shadows creep as mice.

Let the star of lost faith

escape beween your eyes; the trail

down a face, uncertain curves

as a leaf falls with shaked flight

weightless with a green heart,

sorry end of a widow`s finger.

The forest and the trees

crash into a hole of falling water

that may be lost; loud-breathed

with the wings of broken day,

two beside you; white as cold ash

with the face of sorrow, waiting.

And when they rise like

blackened moons; they shall hold

your arms high,pulling back,pulling.

Reviews

[Angi]

Leslie, this piece makes me feel like I have stepped into a series of interconnected dreamscapes. Fog-shrouded, misty, mystical images flash and flicker. The last lines have me seeing such pain. Physical and emotional torture. Well done with providing mental pictures in this mysterious poem. Angi~

[Coyote Song]

A every strong and compelling poem.
The images and outstanding in this.
I got a sense of sadness and longing.
Excellent poem!

[Ruth]

The description here is awe inspiring! Deeply so, a fav! xx

[Pete Langley]

This deep, dark imagery seems funerial....suffused with great respect for the subject - which, obscurely, could be animal, vegetable of even mineral. In any event, the piece has real impact as poetry. P.

[Ken Simm.]

Descriptions that leave me stunned Leslie. I can say no more than that.

[Frieda P]

Awe inspiring Leslie, I can't pick out one stanza I like best, they're all stand out fabulous! Excellent poetry, imager is stunning, you painted this one well.

[Tom]

Incredible powerful imagery, the end draweth nigh is my reading into the poem !

[Strider Marcus Jones]

Incredibly good poem. Masterful control of structure, imagery and theme. I love the way you bend the language. 100/100. Into my favourites.