A splintered moon rises
Over the village of my ramblings
And a cold mist follows, a chilly blanket
Deep from the valley floor
An old dog howls left alone and outside
In the long distance a motorcycle answers
I shiver but do not cover myself
I need to be cold
The church bell tolls the late hour
And a woman calls her cat in
Across the quiet square.
The ghosts of Santa Ovaia
Will soon be meeting above the town
To plan their nocturnal activities
By the cemetery of roses
Suddenly the cat is called for more urgently
Away in the distance I can hear
The ringing goat bells
They are walking to the safety
Of their night haven
And under the still olive tree
To myself I hum
A song I don't know
Perhaps I should leave the shadows
Where I linger
For the warmth of my bed
And the sad comfort
Of my dreams.
A vivid, haunting scene painted expertly with words. Thank you!
I like the very first line it was a clever way of depicting the moon in a form other than its fullness by saying a splintered moon. I love how you've painted such a chilling scene it has a feel of a town haunted. Ha I was writting these lines and scrolling back and forth as I read them only to come to the point where the ghosts will be meeting so that shows from the beginning you have captured my attention with precise and very vivid imagery setting the mood really well. This theme almost has the feeling that you are in sleepy hollow and taking in all the sights and sounds around you before ichabod makes his presence known only to retreat indoors with all of the emotions you have gathered. Chillingly good!
leaving the shadow, good writing, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
I liked this poem. It spoke to me.