Graveyards In The Sky

a stampede across night’s tired face
hides moon’s lucent lunar light

chariots of moving menace
driven at speed by wailing winds

moody and morose blotting out
silver smooth unblemished skin

dark smoky ghosts billowing greys
dull her shimmering surface

dimming her loveliness from those
who are supposed to be sleeping

where do they all go when they pass
at haste in a race of silent chase

gathering pace in the velvet dark
speeding without care or attention

graveyards in a murky sky my belief
where clouds drive home to die

Reviews

[Kunst]

Hello there

Thank you for sharing this moody and ethereal poem. I spend a lot of time out on the moor and this poem really encapsulates a lot of the emotions I feel out there.

There’s something so folkloric and mysterious about the images you have placed so carefully in your poem. It feels brooding and alive. As if the words are quietly existing below the surface.

Those last six lines really feel as if you are describing another world unseen. Adjacent to this. You can’t help but want to dive into the poem to learn more.

Thank you for sharing this one. It brought up some very familiar places for me.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for stopping by Kunst. Welcome to my page and sharing your thoughts on this poem. I appreciate what you had to say. All the best.

Chris

[June bug]

I can feel the vivid surge of emotions through out this.

[Chris Shaw]

June Bug, I thank you for sharing your thoughts on this visit.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A murky graveyard in a fog of clouds. What's not to love? "So nice and...gloomy", to quote Wednesday Addams. I enjoyed the read.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes Fabian, it was gloom on speed in the dead of night. Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[Neville]

What an aesthetically pleasing and otherwise beautifully pinned bit of proper poetry you have crafted and left here for us Chris .. great ink indeed .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for that encouragement Neville. I appreciate your thoughts.

[John the Baptist]

There was a song called "Ghost Riders In the Sky" back in the 40's and 50's, recorded by, among others, Johnny Cash. There seems to have been an old Apache Indian belief that that the souls of the dead took up residence in the sky. Not far from that to the graveyard motif you present here.

[Chris Shaw]

I recall that song John and I have always been a Cash fan. Your comment is interesting about the Apache Indians. Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and cuddled within those clouds...
so many who were driven to the graveyard in chariot they did not call for and were not quite ready to ride in...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you j. Yes, particularly in these days of conflict , so many are taken too soon. The fact that many are babies and children who have barely lived is particularly painful.

Chris

[Lore Keeper]

I enjoyed the darker tone of your prose in this one Chris. I half expected a mention of the baying of hounds during the night hunt. Despite not being there, this was quite evocative.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lore Keeper. No sound to this one, just rapid movement of cloud formation, which was spectacular to look at in the silence. I appreciate your thoughts. Have a good weekend.

Chris