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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

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 
Then tilting slightly
It falls from the cusp
Wind screaming as its dagger
 Finds its mark
Can I have a drink of water?"
© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

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