Ring Of Trees

Skeleton trees
          Silhouetted against
                     Slate grey skies
Within their reaching empty
              Bone bare branches
    tortured birds endlessly cry
An icy wind blows
              Across the barren cemetery
Thin branches rattle ominously above
                  While the bird's raspy voices
                                   Cut glaringly
                   Razor thin - tearing
     The thin fabric of reality
The lifeless trees heave
      In the toxic storm
In the whispering abandoned leaves
                 Scudding across the frozen ground
                             Hazy ghosts weep
  Over long forgotten sins
A starving dog howls
              A forsaken soul
The trees - Wait - Silent
              As if her pain they know
Over moss covered tombstones
              Crows and ravens hover
Dead: Child - Parent - Siblings
               A once scarred lover
Tree roots erupt from the earth
               Disturbing the sleeping dead
                     As if forcing them back to the living
Trees that live on and on for centuries
               Until someone and a chain saw
                            - are unforgiving

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Beautifully mysterious in a magical real way. I loved how you wove so much life into the concept of dead trees standing. You're imagery and word choice brought the scene to life and I could feel the chill breeze as eyes gazed up at these ancient relics.

Awesome Ink!
Aaron

[Black Cat Fever]

A very dark and eerie poem all the way to the end. It winds down the page like a dark path to some frightening and hellish place. Amazing work!

[Audrey Howitt]

Stunning in its imagery! And magical--Loved this piece!

[Samuel Dickens]

Very descriptive, setting a chilly, forsaken mood. Do you suppose the trees are extensions of the dead who lie beneath?

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerful vista you've created... hovering us over the darkness of death and barrenness... I could sense a deep song strumming across the air, plucking at the empty branches.

[Star Wolf]

Whoa! A very spooky, creepy poem. I love this very dark chilling poem!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Just like nature we are resilient creatures but everyone and everything has a breaking point. That is why coexisting is necessary for continuing survival.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

This is dark and mysterious, it has a chilling beauty to it and is full of things ominous clear to the end. A brilliant piece of writing.