Marck Riggins

Barren Tree, Bronze Sky - Poem by Marck Riggins

Barren tree, bronze sky, alone
Iced cloak is winter home
Below shadows, starving, bleak
Mourning heir through branches, creak

Pale light wanes from hidden lamp
At white base saplings camp
Meet to fend heartless cold
Twilight world, ages old

Silence all spring-born fowl
But not ghost: the white-horned owl
Shrieking echoes o'er dead plain
To pluck scarce prey in talons, drain

Barren tree, bronze sky, alone
Windy season stripped leaves home
Branched arms raised request numb pardon
While water from high encases, hardened

A mask on sky sequesters spring
Tree’s taxed cry requests one thing:
To die in remembering sun-clothed rays
Forgetting successive crystalline days

Misted mass for morning clouds
From heaven draped mourning shrouds
Advent by light: brave sun leaked
Rays run joyous; shadows streak

Grey, gaunt fixed consumes bleak light
Winds in vain push back night
Brazen sky is lead-heavy
That star retracts its light in envy

Gossamer clouds spun feathery pink
Above horizon where dim orb sinks
Heaven’s bleak space draws down dark
In redundant ritual rides that arc

In black night and moonlit hue
Distant orb turns no clue
Night air strains canine howls
Above carnage, screeching owls

Lones wolves band for deadly pact
Horrors known in stealth attack
Ravaged solace, remnant groan
Barren tree, bronze sky, alone

Topic(s) of this poem: winter

Comments about Barren Tree, Bronze Sky by Marck Riggins

  • Yash Shinde (4/26/2014 12:09:00 AM)

    Embellished with bronze shades, this write is a silent murky and lovely write!
    'I invite you to read my poem-Never look like one, do share your views in comments.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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