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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
The air is hot, sulfuric, whirling like a cloud of locusts on demonic wings and I know that somebody wrenched open the gate to Hades again. There it is! A deafening bellow like that of an enraged dragon rising from a distant stygian pit. Perhaps a flood of cimmerians have escaped, desperate, wild-eyed, frantically dragging their eternal chains across the sky. I hear them, gasping in the acrid air, pounding, hammering at the doors of heaven. My walls tremble and shake, as if over my roof, two hundred million horseman are in thunderous pursuit. With every furious crack of their whips my room is lit in a brilliant flash of hyacinth blue, and I envision lion teeth long, fiery red hair, serpentine, under a crown of gold. There is an echo of shrill cries, like legions of lost souls, who plead for mercy as they lay forgotten on the steps of the elysium temple. Darkness is moving in, and I hear hopeless weeping, a torrent of bitter tears, splattering against my window, and I imagine enslaved spirits lingering in the shadows, seeking a death that they can never have. |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
deliciously dark..extremely well written piece of gothic chaos...loved it!! the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Pegasus111, Thank-you for your kind comments on my poem. yes, it is dark. A storm can make my mind wander in strange directions sometimes... I had fun with this! |
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Wobbly Head Bob Member
since 2000-05-15
Posts 299Virginia, USA |
What a way to describe the weather...Exactly what I must've thought as a small child huddled up in my room as a furious storm rages outside. Spooky! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Debbie~ What imagery ... wonderfully done. 'With every furious crack of their whips my room is lit in a brilliant flash of hyacinth blue,' EXACTLY the right shade of blue ! Enjoyed this one so much. I love the muses the thunder shakes out of hiding !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
Wow, this is really different, and the imagery is superb! You got my attention! To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Wobbly-Head-Bob, (I feel like I could write a poem about your name! LOL) Thanks for your comment! The storms around here are scary sometimes! Lots of noise and lightening to fuel the imagination! Thank-you Marge, I tried to do a little research on this, I was afraid that some of the words were a little out there... but they seemed to fit! Thanks Marilyn, I'm glad you liked it! |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
WOOOOOW!!!!! I adore storms,because they ARE frightening,ad thrilling,this poem was wonderous i have never seen anything quite like this,it's wonderful wonderful!! it's off to the library for this one!!very original swamp Do i contradict myself?Very well i contradict myself.I contain multitudes.~walt whitman |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Hi Swamp*faeryre, Thank-you for such a nice reply to my poem! I'm honored that you want to put this in your library! |
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