Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Autumn Squalls - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I miss you! I miss you!
I miss you! Screams banshee wind!
Splatter spatter of rain gusted upon
frosted streaming window pane.
Nails drum strike homeless portal
blown battered stand tormented trees.

Weep wethered keening banshee wind
weep all-solemn ash-coloured shroud mist.
Fugitive. Flee. Rush On. Without Rest.
Forever searching forever transient
forever recalling memory achingly lost.
Sighing through winter woods haunting
is windblown soulless lost chilling call.

Try Try to hide. Hide.
Refuge! Never! Is place found!
To hide haunted heart within
affirmation entombed memory.
Like a beached soulless mariner
travel wethered wind ever howling
teeth ever biting biting biting
cold steel into blistered back.

Always hear same sound echo
high-heeled footsteps walking away.
Shimmers hair streams golden
about sublime strapless shoulders
body thins like ephemeral vapour
vanishing before last choked gasp.
Relentlessly receding leaving sight
while emptiness absolute gushes in
filling void with imploding atom
blasting misty melancholy entropy.

Try I Try To Forget Forget
bury mind among scattered leaves.
Seal lost traitor mine memory
within painless timeless vault.
To forge bile spleen anger hate
against name graven in red flame
searing enamoured spitted flesh.
Written in bleak stone pervading
chilling dying ember ghost wrought heart
beating across oppressively tormented mind.

Relentlessly love redeeming resurfaces
cracking jagged twisted force impacted ice.
Breaks broken ever further afflicted apart
ice-breaker thrusting precipitous fractured floes.
Breaking barrier thrown ice-fields between
love ever reborn renews. Agony. Rebirth.
Born ever naked again. Upon rising memory.
In each every enforced breath lurid brink
is miraculously born imagery love lorn
agony preceding bitter departure birth.

Wethered wind still is banshee blown
ever searching out own shroud soul.
While mine own love stormed soul
is carried forth upon fierce floodwaters.
Flame is lost visual vision. Floodgate tear
misted wax waning melted memory.
Residue hot. Wethered wind still sucks
dripping ripping forth lost wethered souls.

Lost water logged souls.
Hear their shroud desolate
haunting cries echo within.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock


Comments about Autumn Squalls by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

  • (8/4/2010 12:03:00 PM)


    Breathtaking.
    I can not make any comment until tears stop.
    A masterpiece, my friend
    Laura
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  • Colin J... (7/28/2010 3:57:00 PM)


    How could I even think of making a comment on this poem...
    It is beyond any comment I could make...
    Like the previous comment it has passed into the list of Great Poems and is totally worthy of it...
    A truely great work...
    Colin J...
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  • (7/26/2010 2:29:00 PM)


    ur poetry reminds me of the classical outstanding figures. ur archaic words thundering into my ears.fearful / agonized / tormenting / u great part hidden as a huge glacier / even on ur slow steps ur harsh language as a hurricane destroys ur lovely prethought glimpse /
    ur squalls come not from autumn but from bottom breathed hell. a great sufferer u re / the contrast is hidden inside u.
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  • (7/26/2010 8:58:00 AM)


    This poem has such a great meaning to it! Very eerie indeed! I really enjoyed reading and following along with the story behind this poem. The imagery throughout is quite sensational! I could feel the sorrow of lost love. Thankyou so much for sharing! 10/10!
    Marina Gasbey.
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  • Juan Olivarez (7/25/2010 9:06:00 PM)


    sort of reminds me of poe's great works, there is a haunting sense about this piece George, I loved it.Juan. (Report) Reply

  • (7/25/2010 5:49:00 PM)


    I read 'Circle Of Light' and this, and wrote a comment after 'Circle...'. I'm going to read a lot more tonight. (Report) Reply

  • (7/25/2010 5:06:00 PM)


    really fantastic to catch out the other side of memory on fear (Report) Reply

  • Okan Emanet (7/25/2010 3:49:00 PM)


    Really eccentric really influential that poem is my number one... thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Hesti Agustini (4/10/2010 6:26:00 AM)


    A poem of exceptional Gothic intensity and vision. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011


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