It was a starry night with a hint of moon that glazes the surface of the trees. The halo effect influenced the bats as their silhouette loomed in the night sky. The eerie squeak pierced the eardrums as they search for food sailing and swooping down.
The distanced mountain’s snow covered caps began to melt, cutting a creek that sang from the droplets, plop, plop, plop as the water dropped down stream. The rising moon illuminated the rocks and pebbles as the flowing friction polished each stone to cast a glow that ignites the trail to follow.
The warm breeze blowing along the twisting trail gives way to the excitement of what the night will bring. Brush shaking, twigs crackling is nothing as the chorus has yet to play. The glow of light begins to fade as the forest thickens, and the trail disappears for about a hundred feet. The sheer exhilaration while stepping into the dead of blackness quivered the mightiest but the keen sense of smell of a nearby fire renews all lost of courage.
The scent led to a brick house where a young woman was preparing dinner fit for a prince. There was a single window with a large fireplace adjacent to the west wall. A large portage of a man and a woman hung over the dining room table. The candle light wavered in the room as the woman walked by. The aromas seep into the night air, tickling the nose of the occupant on the trail. A knock rock the door, and as it open, the chorus began to play.
talk about coming home! ralphy, this is a magnifient poem and the reader can absolutely walk the
path in your words, the path leading to the place where all wounds will med, a place where the soul
can rest in light of its journey, the heart feels like its arriving to a place that cares for and mends
the broken spirited, the entire vision is well depicted with pasionate deatiled imagery that brings
your words to life, the opening stanza creates the perfect environment, and the reader can see
the night sky, the bats flurishing under moonlight, i love hwo the scene is expressed at night,
makes the destiny feel all the more special when having arrived, excellent job, imprssive wording thanks
talk about coming home! ralphy, this is a magnifient poem and the reader can absolutely walk the
path in your words, the path leading to the place where all wounds will med, a place where the soul
can rest in light of its journey, the heart feels like its arriving to a place that cares for and mends
the broken spirited, the entire vision is well depicted with pasionate deatiled imagery that brings
your words to life, the opening stanza creates the perfect environment, and the reader can see
the night sky, the bats flurishing under moonlight, i love hwo the scene is expressed at night,
makes the destiny feel all the more special when having arrived, excellent job, imprssive wording thanks
This was lovely, a very beautiful description that made it effortless for me to imagine the scene. I did have one question though, did you mean "the chores began to play" as in chores meaning routine work around the house or did you mean chorus or something else like that?
Posted 15 Years Ago
Wonderful form and imagery in this piece.
I really found the whole imagery enjoyable. It really does well in transporting the reader to the place itself.
No matter how dark life is, or how clouded, there is always a lighter side to itone that fills you heart with love and your soul with joy
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