Under the Wings of the Raven: 3. In the Dark

Door Rudi L gepubliceerd op Monday 03 October 10:07

He slumbers in the dark
of doorways
his eyes burn into me
just as a cigarette mark.

A church bell
misses the beats of my heart
ticked by, ticked away in fright.

Street corners
become wide bows now.

Bent outwards
light has been sucked
out of the shadow
of the night.

You can see him in my eyes
he is watching me
you can hear him in my cries.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

 

A poem out of my Collection 'Under the Wings of the Raven', a set of 16 Poe-ish Poetry Poems.

Narrated version: https://soundcloud.com/rudi-lejaeghere/in-the-dark

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