Deepening Night

Deepening Night

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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a bit of darkness...

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Intertwining boughs
Arch high above
Shading this desolate road.
I walk a solitary path.
Roaming lost in thought
Unaware of the deepening night
Beneath these shadowy limbs.

Owls wake slowly as dusk passes to night.
Wolves catch the scent of prey on the wind.
Whispering hollowly through the trees it
Shares the news of fell deeds done this night

And I alone on this long and lonely road
Feel the danger present in every direction.

Yet, so involved in thought, I am
Unaware of approaching predators.
Until a deep sense of dread
Permeates my very soul.

I hear pounding hooves on packed soil
And hurl myself into the clutches of the trees.
I listen as the b******s who would have my head
Continue their flight from the horrid deeds they perpetrated.

Lost and frightened, I stay as I fell.
Then exhausted, I sleep,
Covered by the brush that clawed at my clothing,
Only to wake in my love's strong arms
As his tears rain upon me at the sweet break of dawn.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Brilliant piece of work. Like you're lost in the woods, but it's only a dream. I like feminine pieces like this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This started out kind of at a lovely slow pace and then almost like someone sneaking up with a frying pan it hitss you in the head and spins out of control. I would like to read a part two of this. :) Lovely!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm so glad your rescuer came...I'm a sucker for a happy ending. That's what makes a good story. There are so few happy "endings" in real life. Great story here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very rich tapestry you wove. Darkness, light, autumn. Seasons of nature and light.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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