Dark of the Moon
The old wolf howled at the dark of the moon,
that seemed very strange since it was half past noon.
My time was up and the wolf was at the door,
I even thought I heard the raven caw, "Nevermore."
The clouds were closing in on me,
and I could hear their silent, stifling roar.
I conjured up a rage not seen this age,
an unwelcome feeling never felt before.
But I felt with my fingers the sword of almighty fate,
and brandished it with words that evened the score.
The dark of the moon had come way, way too soon,
but I slashed through the night to daylight once more.
And the old wolf shrank in fear, tail ‘tween its legs,
and the dark moon shone brightly like never before.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
8/7/14
hug
kathy
is no exception...wanting to bring light never before
seen.
Always,
Deborah
shuts out the comfort of the light...for a dark hour-yard
when one disappointment follows another...bears little
relation to the reality of the "half past noon" time...when
empty is the word "dark"...but encourages creative talents
to shine...uses the words...to sum up the force and...quantitate
the difference between the common...just feeling low/down...that besets us all...at some time or another...going further...and descending...beyond the blue...
With my fingers crossed...hope...it's just one of your great
poetry for your loyal-Sun-morn-readers...
Thank you Ron, for sharing it.
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
Nicely-done, Ron!
Sandie
But with a greater amount of foe,
The wolf and the three little pigs, Curly, Larry & Moe,
And the crazy clock in the Munsters home, the crow...
All this in your crazy hand giving it to us with the feeling of touch... -e-
I can feel the darkness and lightness within this poem. Very well done!
Peace love and light,
Amber
Rx
was that sword 'Ex Caliber' ?
In the light of the night.
A howling good read,
This one's alright.
Michael D.
Best wishes, neerja