Thursday, January 19, 2012

Harbingers

















Evening calls to silhouette sentries,
rainslick roads swift-swallow sound;
lifeblood weeps to parch-dry ground,
while ravens silent-watch from trees.

The banshee wails on late-night roam;
then piece-by-piece, they carry me home.

© Ginny Brannan January 2012

**Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

8 comments:

  1. I like the second stanza the most, expecialy the last line. Thank you

    http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only.html

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  2. Vivid, powerful and eerie. Made me shudder just a bit, so I turned on my bedroom lights. LOL!! Good job! Blessings.

    http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/

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  3. nicely written, Ginny. I am impressed with how your poetry has developed over the past year.

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  4. I liked this a lot. Succinct yet saying so much!

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