Inspired by my unfinished short story "Lain". - 10th October 2012.


The walk.

The morning perched through twilight.
I was running into a motionless dream of light mists -
shrouded with pale amber roses.
The ghost of yesterday faint in the mind.

***

The morning grew to a mild afternoon,
although it was autumn,
it still echoed the chirp of sincerity.
Orange and red leaves lay above their young.


***

At the tips of the trees the moon bounded
and slaughtered the night sky.
The ink around her pupils
shone like sapphire in the prancing rain.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-10-10 at 14:52

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shells
I'm with Elle on this one, I felt a sense of peace, ethereal, enjoyed the serenity.
2012-10-11


Stan Cooper
Hey John...how did you get all that writing talent ?
Enjoyed reading your poem

xxx Stan
2012-10-10


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
"shrouded with pale amber roses" a powerfully descriptive phrase. Welcome back, John.

Joe
2012-10-10


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I really liked this, it gave me a kind of peace, thank you

Elle x
2012-10-10