The Valley On A Winter Night Poem by Valsa George
The Valley On A Winter Night
The chill of winter bites into the skin
And the valley sleeps in muffled din
In the freezing blustery winter night
The shivering trees stay huddled and tight
Stars have lined up in the sky
With cotton clouds swiftly sailing by
The moon light seeping through the veil
Makes the foliage glisten in the dale
Sharp noises sounding eerie
Leave the valley a place so scary
These sounds parley in a tongue unknown
Of gory tales, so far to none ever known
Did some cannibal tribe ever congregate
In this nether territory to live segregate
What midnight revels had they once held
No one knows and history stays so cold
Now, amid thickets and thorny shrubs
Wherein darkness, like a Fiend proudly struts
And in leaf fringed corners and crevices wide
Serpents coil with poisonous fangs in hide
Look, the sly fox walking stealthily away
After feeding greedily on his hapless prey,
Through the ravine and down the furrow
How he sneaks into his covert burrow
The glassy brook that mirrored the skies
Now in dark, under a thick blanket lies
But the water rushing through pebbles and rocks
With sonorous music, the nightly calm breaks
Among the branches of towering trees
Birds have perched and roost in peace
Little birdies with downy feathers
Cuddle under their mothers' splayed wings
From far off woods comes a shrieking howl
As frightening as the hoots of an eagle owl
Wind rushing through needle pines
Sounds like a child when he in pain whines
Now the valley sleeps in muffled din
Until the Sun for his ritual parades in
In day light the valley would be up and awake
And life, for sure, will a renewed turn take
how lovely this great artist makes this portrait on our soul Stars have lined up in the sky With cotton clouds swiftly sailing by The moon light seeping through the veil Makes the foliage glisten in the dale she is great poet, of our time, I wish to read a printed book of her this poem she made rude words and fight like a terrorist - use words like bullets... Where darkness, like a Fiend proudly struts And in leaf fringed corners and crevices wide Serpents coil with poisonous fangs in hide she makes arrows to those snakes....
A lovely write Valsa, so descriptive with great imagination, thanks for the read.
I simply love this write, a fantastic and exciting read. Thanks Valsa
Apart from recreating a valley of your imagnation, you have presented us with a fantastic trekking experience madam... a good poem.
written in mesmerising diction. I have heard that in the interior parts of Kerala Hills, people live in shelter built in the sky, by joining the branches of trees around.They would spend the night in the shelter to be safe from the wild animals and in the morning, they would climb down to do their farming work. The author should have that experience to write a poem like this. A heart-warming poem for the sleepless, worrying folk. Wonderful!
'tis a beautiful poem/ happiness, lonliness all I feel here! ! ! Top marksss! ! ! ! ! !
wintry chill of existence portrayed well in vivd expressions.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/31/2024 12:02:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You surely took us through the Valley and the journey was was so true and splendid. The last para' was the crown of all.THANKS