Spectre


Did she arrive at dead of night?
Or was night, dead
without her
watching

and

expressions screwed,
crows flew
fanned from coal eyes
passing darkness,

so cold

the river ran,
detritus, marine snow
suspended ex life,

all,

remind me of you.






















Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-08-17 at 00:25

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2010-08-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A deep and thoughtful poem , a poem that invited me in. To think and read between the lines , read the sub plot contained with in. Thanks , Shells.
Ken ( D Williams )
2010-08-18


NicholasG
A foreboding air that resolves...but doesn't. To read it a second time, after the knowledge of the last line, is like reading a different poem.
Thank you. I enjoyed this.
Nick
2010-08-17



A story distilled to a pure and potent essence. A shade of Poe, but only a shade. The images are vivid and . . . spectral. I appreciate that so much is said with so few words, it means each was well chosen.

jim
2010-08-17


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
you have just reminded me of the delight of describing nature...your dark poem is bright with wordplay...good.
2010-08-17