The last night ride from Harpers Ferry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Burning of the midnight oil
I forged documents
to break across the border
melting the wax
it dripped upon the paper
stamping the seal
I rode out equestrian style
in ambling gait
fixating gaze to trotted trail
Luna shining down
saw the movement in shadows
my weary eyes
but these were just corners
on my ride
I heard the howling banshee
in the distance
screaming deep some one's vengeance
heavy in sigh
for knowing it was relative
chill upon air
the snort of the steed
all of me
said yes hasten to border
as crows fly
soon I would be there
to finally rest
but these crows edging in
swooping from nest
darken the once lightened path
spurring my beast
we raced as travelers one
nearing the post
came sounds of the guns
as bullets flew
knocking me down in slide
and there again
wailing sounds of banshee cry  
   
 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

From the "riding out", "the ambling gait", to "Luna"...this is filled with the imager and story that truly makes me love poetry. I love the feel of this one; I sense the classical--the references to times passed, and yet this makes sense in a metaphorical way to life as we know it today. You write beautifully, my friend...always a pleasure to read your work.

[Souladareatease]

Thank You so Much Dear Friday...means much You saying that...I was worried it didn't convey well enough...or the story itself lacked...it's something that could be fleshed out into shortstory...but a million of these have been done and far better...whereas...a poem of it in this way I hadn't seem...or the Banshee which many of ours in our country still held it's belief...(I KNEW You'd catch the ride:)

[Sami Khalil]

"I heard the howling banshee
in the distance
screaming deep some one's vengeance
heavy in sigh
for knowing it was relative
chill upon air
the snort of the steed '
You take us into a great journey of your imagination and imagery that is well spaced and paced to the excellence of your quill...Bravo

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