19 May 2020
Soft embrace of morning
I plead you come quickly
I am restless and waiting
While the night's still sleeping
my mind is all awake
It is talking and mocking
The cold lurking outside
watches with dark intent
While I cringe alone inside
My eyes grope in the dark
My ears pique at insects' talk
and sound of a distant bark
Birds on trees are awake
They herald the first light
Come quickly for my sake
Hi Phil, thanks for the prompt. Indeed, a fascinating theme to write about and explore.
Been scribbling a few lines of late while chasing themes along the way. Yet to arrive, I guess. But will surely do in due course.
Posted by: Raymond Sigimet | 14 June 2020 at 10:29 AM
That's a fascinating image Raymond. Darkness coming out of the bush and wandering among our homes. There's a poem in there I think.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 03 June 2020 at 10:15 AM
Phil, I once asked a family relative if he had ever come across or saw anything peculiar (like a ghost or spirit or something of that nature) while on solo hunting trips in the night. His response was "never once".
He could easily distinguish and identify nocturnal sounds like creatures moving or dry twigs falling. He said he had never once heard, saw or came across anything strange while alone with his torch (flash light) and hunting gear in the dark, in the bush.
Darkness would rather walk amongst our homes than in the bush.
Posted by: Raymond Sigimet | 02 June 2020 at 10:25 PM
Nicely done Raymond.
The fear of the night is a fascinating theme.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 19 May 2020 at 09:10 AM