The Moon Upon The Meadow

It’ll be midnight soon

The midnight moon

Shines palely in the sky.

The silver night

Shines in silver light

Like a landscape in silver dye

But the darkness still lingers

Reaching out with long fingers

Where the shadows lie.

 

Rustling in the trees -

The night-time breeze

Like the whispering of a child

A troubled mind’s balm

This soothing calm

This voice so free and wild;

See how it imparts

Respite to my heart

And stills my troubled mind!

 

Suddenly, it seems to me

That this silver-lit lea

Isn’t as peaceful as it seems…

I hear suppressed groans

And muffled moans -

Travails of restless dreams…

I hear an awful rustling;

A shrill, sinister whistling

Is this a frightful scene

Upon this moonlit silver screen?

 

the stars wink at me, mocking

I feel a sinister watching -

Now with the voice of a gentle roarer

A light rain has began falling

And my skin - like insects - crawling;

No longer fawning at the flora,

I revel, petrified creature

In the awfulness of Nature:

Filled with wonder; filled with horror…

 

 

 

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

while reading it, I thought this was a poem about nature's beauty....but the breach you created to the peace was surprising...wonder and horror at the same time!

[Vincent]

A surprising disturbance in a peaceful landscape, you created a beautiful atmosphere and its fall brings me down. Nicely done

[SINDE]

I enjoyed reading this peace.I imagined myself under that moon.
Suddenly, it seems to me

That this silver-lit lea

Isn’t as peaceful as it seems…

I hear suppressed groans

And muffled moans -

Travails of restless dreams…

I hear an awful rustling;

A shrill, sinister whistling

Is this a frightful scene

Upon this moonlit silver screen?

NICE write.

[Deadly Nightshade]

I was compelled to create 1 more award badge due to your well written poem :-D