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[aid] => mick
[title] => Winter Dark.
[time] => 2010-07-14 06:56:36
[hometext] => a short poem about a walk in the winter darkness, so different from the dark of spring and autumn.
[bodytext] => I walked out into the darkness, A demon making darkness. The loneliness was lurking under hedges, In fields and the foothills where even the shadows were lame. The two dogs stood, white statues, seeing, sensing The loneliness at the very core of my mind. Then made mobile by the moment they set off, Each casting neat prints in the frost, The heavy mastiff snorting like a pig, scraped his feet, A sound like a blade across ice, shattering the dark stillness. The darkness clung to mind and soul and the hooting of an owl, A ghostliness eagerly consumed by my poetry making mind. We walked on to the woods, a small gathering of trees Eyeing the loneliness, the demons assembled like a lynch mob, A small breeze baying in the stillness, and the dogs stiff with unease. My breath drew a vaporous plea in the darkness And the minute sounds of the woodland floor, the scurrying, the scratching, A testament of torment this dark winter night. And now neither I nor the dogs can entertain this darkness a minute more, So we turn away, our minds full of cosy fireside, rugs and armchair, Thick curtains that hide this demon making darkness. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 July 14, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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