Waking from a nightmare. - 23rd July 2016.


Cimmerian shade.

Into the night, the rain falls;
moon-shadows dance
beside Cimmerian shade -
corners of a mind
that bend and break;
A memory of a name
that holds no image
and takes no shape.
I cried until the morning came;
I fell into blood and blame
until I stood alone.
Into the night, the rain falls;
moon-shadows dance
beside Cimmerian shade.

I see her smile as I wake;
My way back home.






Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-23 at 13:17

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Beautiful!
2016-07-30


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
The Cimmerian gloom ... a darkness that can be felt lies in your poem. Beautifully expressed.
2016-07-26


Phyllis J. Rhodes
My heart skipped a beat as I read the last line. True poetry. Beauty in lines and words.
2016-07-24