Inspired by my unfinished short story "Lain". - 10th October 2012.
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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The walk.
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
Read 1422 times
Written on 2012-10-10 at 14:52
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