the curse of the new moon

morning light casts long shadows
where trees amass and grow wild
harboring mere mortals
savoring newfound secrets

at work in the dimly lit night
werewolves trail the slender moon
digging out curses buried
deep along the way

on the outskirts of the city
early morning trains whistle and
howl and slowly garner steam
hauling away memories that
never truly existed

Reviews

[L.P.Greene]

I really loved reading this. You present an image so vivid i can almost see what you're describing. This really is a great poem. Keep writing.

[J Matthew Waters]

Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment on my first post here at Writers Cafe.

[M.A.Rathore]

Wiw! This is really simething unique in matter and manner. The description is so lovely that I like the diction and well arranged portrayal of natural beauty. The final stanza is superb..

on the outskirts of the city
early morning trains whistle and
howl and slowly garner steam
hauling away memories that
Thanks keep writing...
never truly existed

[J Matthew Waters]

Thank you so much for commenting on my poem.

[M.A.Rathore]

Thanks..It need one tour more to expose the meaning clearly....The first two stanzas also show your power of description authentically as though the werewolves are howling in my ears..