Twilight from an attic window
The sun bids the city street farewell.
Lingering on the far horizon the dying embers of his fiery countnance
paint the skies in twilight colours.
High above in the stratosphere vapor trails from passing jets
criss cross the pale canvas
White tendrils turn to gold touched by fingers of light
that reach hevenward in one last gesture of defience.
The sharp report from a passing car rings out shattering the near silence sending a thousand starlings screeching high above the city streets.
Reeling twisting turning with one collective mind guiding
and synchronising every twist and turn of their headlong flight.
Pinpoints of light at first shy and demure await the darkness
Soon they will transform themselves Camielion like in all their eye catching glory
Briliant reds greens and garish orange
each vieing to catch the eye in the dark city streets
Around them Neon lights rude and obtrusive try to push back the night.
High above the city streets and avenues insects are held captive
in the glare of electric blue lights
Held captive in prisons without walls
Unable or unwilling to brake free from the hypnotic light
that brings a kind of madness as they dash in headlong flight
against the burning rods.
A cloak of darkness now covers the city hiding her imperfections
bedecked in garish jewels she shimmers in the dark.
Like Cinderella however she must revert to sackcloth and ashes before the sun rises
Once more laying bare her warts and imperfections.
A contest entry
- Give Me Your Best! by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended January 14, 2008, 56 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - TWILIGHT!!! by Heather Kelley.
650 points, ended April 11, 2009, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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good
nice write good luck in the contest -
Absolutely Maahvahlous!!!
Love this dark piece, it reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe (and that ol' sinister Alfred Hitchcock). Write on Poet!!!
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Hello Again Rose, the Marie Celeste was a ghost ship.
Ps in my young days i was a merchant seman. -
Many thanks for taking the time to read some of my work R.O.I, coming from someone who writes with such feeling, this is indeed welcome.
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You're welcome...
It's always a pleasure to read such gifted & interesting poetry, and I'm really glad I stopped in today to read your work. 
Thanks for sharing!!! 
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bowmore bill, thank you so much for stopping by and viewing my poem, “The Preachers Song” the other day; I really do appreciate your taking the time. Your poem, here, is, truly a joy to read aloud, wonderfully enjoyable cadence allows the mind to focus. I struggled a bit with the alignment, but I’m old. thank you for sharing your gift of writing with us. I enjoyed this very much.
blessings and best wishes, astralshepherd
~r.
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Over all this was enjoyable, however the alignment of your piece does need some correction and you have lines all over the place. A correction would indeed make this more enjoyable to the eye. Thank you for entering. Best of luck to you!
Blessings
Bel
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