SOLITUDE INTERUPTUSA Poem by andrew mitchell
The silence broken, loud bell sounds
long green grass covers tombstone grounds, gargoyles gloat as the raven flies, sheltering from.... dark brooding skies. Black cats pace the cold grey stones; knowing underground, a mass of bones, stormy skies above, cloud the eyes, soon to wash tears of people's cries. Little happens, quiet grounds, stones crumbling, church bell sounds, stark fields, marked monoliths; today's blessings shower a couple's wedded bliss.
© 2016 andrew mitchellReviews
|
Stats
181 Views
9 Reviews Added on March 10, 2015 Last Updated on March 6, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
|