Thursday, September 8, 2011

cloud cover

clouds cover the moon
cut the girl off from her gods
on a still night
when the only sound is cacophony
of the ritual storm
brewing in her back garden

she's listening
yowls and clatters
more she's hearing silence
no sound of salvation

the darkened moon
leaves no light
and the shadows slip in
entirely invisible


  1. A beautiful poem! I love the "ritual storm/brewing in her back garden"

  2. Aw, thanks for stopping by John. = ) I'm glad you enjoyed it!