As the sun sets
the wind doth blow
A blood red moon arises
bats begin their nightly flight
a mournful screech echoes across the marsh
sending chills up and down your spine
in the distant a howl picks up into a chorus
following the rhythm of the Gypsy's fiddle
on through the night she plays
sorrow in every note
a wailing sound
till morning
light
Author notes
Image prompt http://gisaiagami.deviantart.com/art/Sinfonia-do-Infinito-24258180
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest by Denierim.
1000 points, ended January 5, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful imagery in this one and I like the Gypsy feel to this poem too. I'm greatly interested of the Gypsy life and have read about it a lot and I like the images this poem brought to me about all that, and your wording was so beautiful in their dark nature. I could imagine the sad song she was playing too and that's a wonderful things coming from words.
Beautiful, beautiful work with this one and thanks for sharing this poem with us!
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