Open Poetry #29 |
Touch The Stone, Cold and Grey |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The stone, cold to touch. Bringing a shiver to my spine as the chill danced. Grey, blackened marble, aged by two centuries of rest.... This harbinger of fear, standing still among the sad and stooped oaks. Casting a moon’s shadow across my feet as I stand quietly among the dead, in fear of awakening that which haunts my dreams. Dead calm falling upon my ears. The ringing inferno of deafness bringing a panic to the pit of my bowels. Wake me, I say. Wake me that I might sleep among the lilies. Walking, leaden feet hesitantly leading me around the stone, that I might acquaint myself with the occupant..... The grip coming over my lungs, my eyes rolling in disbelief of what I have found.... For on the reverse of the smooth and cold grey....a word, a single word that clutched at my spine.... Vacancy..... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wow Barry... spooky, yet I think I have seen that stone... *s M |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
OH!! Give me goosebumps why don't ya??!! Now I won't sleep all night and you know it! Excellent write m'friend...great ending. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Magnus You're showing your talent. Well done. |
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