Friday, August 13, 2010


Standing on the brink
of a thousand and one
tiny explosions
I witness,
beyond the mist,
the shade of a shadow
performing its most wonderfully
piercing act

And darkness descend!
But for a pair of
chilled silhouettes;
synchronous steps,
arms flapping,
beating about like wings

Oh, to the moonlight
I return!


Boonie S said...

This is powerful, very dark too. Well done.

Have a good weekend, Boonsong

Akeith Walters said...

Very nice indeed.

Francis Scudellari said...

You've created a wonderful rhythm in this piece, and very strong visuals!

spit said...

I agree with Francis
This flowed from my mouth
like a parade of wonderfully chosen words

I salute you

The Scrybe said...

Thanks! :D