Eerily Goes Night Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Eerily Goes Night



who then rings
thy solitary bell
whose voice cuts through
the mist

and lowly darkness
winter's eve
there far off
screaming fox

when unseen eyes
then look upon
from trees that hide
in cloak

and footsteps
cast a moments chill
in nights a'slashing
throat

Sunday, January 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 06 January 2019

footsteps cast a moments chill in nights a'slashing throat.. very fine expressions.. very original thought. thank u dear poet. tony

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Clive Culverhouse 06 January 2019

thanksfor your comment, .,

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