A Voice in the Darkness

Today it's Free Verse. I'm doing a poem called 

A Voice in the Darkness.

 

It's thin wisp of a shadowy note

Fearful beneath the moon's knife edge

Waking me from dreamless chill

Up through layers of Stygian sludge 
It claws

Into the night air 

One pure, lancing sound

Embodying, burgeoning, coalescing

Slicing the night

I am awake

It hangs, that note, 

On raptor's wings 

Caught

Then tilting slightly

It falls from the cusp

Plunging

Wind screaming as its dagger

 Finds its mark

"Mommeeeeeeeee
Can I have a drink of water?"

© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

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