A Void Of Qualm Poem by Ernestine Northover

A Void Of Qualm

Rating: 5.0


The pavement echoed as I took each step,
my feet sounding so loud along the street.
No other human graced the concrete slabs,
no other human being did I meet.

Evening darkness circled all around,
with swirls of mist that gave an eerie calm.
As if the earth had stopped ticking its time,
and one was held within a void of qualm.

How haunting was this moment to my mind,
when any confidence seemed to have fled,
And only now in this grey place one felt,
a sanctuary left solely for the dead.

Two worlds that meet in one abandoned place,
each one not knowing that the other’s there.
A ghostly, empty, abandoned, barren site,
where thoughts take flight and start to taunt and scare.

So why is it when morning lifts the scene,
and many people walk the thoroughfare,
That all weird thoughts have vanished, wiped away,
total disbelief hanging in the air.


© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 17 April 2009

This so sounds like Walsall on a monday morning. Great descriptive quality and mood setting. Love, Andrew xx

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Francesca Johnson 08 April 2009

Again, a beautifully well-constructed piece. Dark and mysterious, a bit removed from your usual poetry but most readable, Ernestine, and a wonderful read. Fran xxx

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Ann Beard 26 March 2009

Very good Ernestine I loved the spooky feel you gave it. Kind regards Ann

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Scarlett Treat 25 March 2009

What a deliciously eerie poem...and I can feel (or do I mean hear?) those echoing footsteps...as a chill creeps up my spine...and I face the alone...

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