Open Poetry #32 |
Dour Bitter Land |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
The black sky peers down on long dead bones of men, and birds and animals. Sun brifely flashes on the black fields, quicker than eye, bleak moors of monochrome. Wild grass, isolated black tree, twisting forboding skies, bright luminescent tempest. Dark wastelands of sheer beauty, horizons of desolation, dreams as black as jet. Granite rocks, jagged, angled, smothered by snow. Land of grey shifting shapes. Mirrored water seen from afar, doomsday clouds pass overtop. Cattle graze fields of hard black stone. Woods tangled with dead light. Trees strangle long dead industry, scratching thorns tear, rip, angry wounds. Unforgiving land of darkness, of toil, of bitter winds. Drystone walls like black serpents. Animal bones bleached white with acid soil blacker than stormy nights. Trecherous steep slopes, wet black with rain. Tussock grass, shaggy and hairy, clinging to the sloping hills, scattered with granite boulders and rocks. Toppled hard concrete grave crosses, among a ruined grey church. Nothing here but black hard stone. |
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GlisteningRain Member
since 2004-05-06
Posts 103The clouds |
I thought of..flying over this place. It was cool despite it's desolate sadness. ^_^ |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
you write very good. i enjoyed this. as all your writes |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Beautifully written. |
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