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
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8 comments:

  1. WanderJanuary 19, 2012 at 5:00 PM

    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. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryJanuary 19, 2012 at 8:40 PM

    remarkable.

    :)

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2012 at 9:54 PM

    nice rhyming piece.
    great imagery.

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  4. ElizenaJanuary 21, 2012 at 1:02 AM

    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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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 21, 2012 at 8:14 PM

    truly beautiful imagery here,

    :)

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  6. Mark ButkusJanuary 27, 2012 at 7:11 PM

    Lovely twist at the end.

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  7. Charlie ParantJanuary 27, 2012 at 9:53 PM

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

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  8. HelenaFebruary 2, 2012 at 1:50 PM

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

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