Skeletons Skinned

Skeletons Skinned

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. Edgar Allan Poe

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Whispers whistling in the blowing wind,

I hear them, I don’t fear them calling for me,

In the disappearing light, I’m just able to see

The fallen flesh of the skeletons skinned.

 

Lingering in the night is the fright

Between the hour of the owl and the rat

There’s only a cry, a swift fly of a bat

Now is the time to run, now it is time to bite.

 

Shades of grey and shadows will cover me,

The blood is blooming like a mesmerizing flower,

And lower in my guts I feel the need, the power

Of the dark and the dusk around the ashen tree

 

Lurking in the twilight of the corners, there is he,

He, who is the mellow marrow and the bones,

Risen from the depth, from beyond the gravestones,

He’s the scary scarecrow, the rickety creep

Of the skeleton skinned, that is now called

 

‘Me’.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

18/03/2016

© 2016 Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

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Congratulations, you have taken haunting words and made them beautiful, no easy task in my opinion. Most fall into the darkened pit with their words, but here, your words float and resonate in a voice so strong, that it takes away the complexities of life, living and death and replaces them with, and please excuse the unintended pun, the bare bones of emotion and words in harmony. Superb.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

7 Years Ago

Thank you, Nemo, for this flattering review, means a great deal to me. Have a good day. :) Rudi
Lorry

7 Years Ago

You're welcome Rudi.



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Congratulations, you have taken haunting words and made them beautiful, no easy task in my opinion. Most fall into the darkened pit with their words, but here, your words float and resonate in a voice so strong, that it takes away the complexities of life, living and death and replaces them with, and please excuse the unintended pun, the bare bones of emotion and words in harmony. Superb.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

7 Years Ago

Thank you, Nemo, for this flattering review, means a great deal to me. Have a good day. :) Rudi
Lorry

7 Years Ago

You're welcome Rudi.
I do like and understand this poem.
"He’s the scary scarecrow, the rickety creep
Of the skeleton skinned, that is now called
‘Me’."
The mirror never lies. Thank you Rudi for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much, John, for reading and reviewing. Glad you liked it. :) Rudi
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I did my friend and you are welcome.
Another good spooky one, Rudi!
"the rickety creep" - Really great word choices and imagery throughout this poem. :)


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Matt, means a great deal to me. Have a nice day. :) Rudi

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Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Wingene, West-Vlaanderen, Belgium



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I'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..

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