In The Night Poem by Maureen McManus

In The Night

Rating: 5.0


In the candlelight
the long thin leaves
point spindly fingers at me,
poking at my guilt.

Nighttime gladioli ghosts
fingering me for what
I fear I am.

Tendrils touching,
from the shadowy dark
the fear and fright,
which surfaces;
wakes me in the night
and makes me
light a candle
to write.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gillian.E. Shaw 28 January 2008

Can hear your voice as I read this enjoyable write. Beautiful and skilled work.

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