David Whalen

Silver Star - 4,128 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Not E'En Footfalls Of Angels - Poem by David Whalen


The footbridge stood
Far deep within the wood
Moonlight on stone
Gave forth a ghostly glow
The stones shone white
As bleached bone might
Hard and dark
As the eye of a crow

The overpowering reek
From the creek
that ran ‘neath
Was of pungent incense
And dead flowers
Both at once rancid and sweet
As from slow rotting meat
Across creek a carpet
In the Devil’s bowers

The bridge long unwalked
Would say if it talked
“I’m naught but mortar and stone
So please don’t deny me
At least you could try me
So I shouldn’t be
All so alone”

But don’t be tempted
To enter the wood
Nor should you
be enticed to cross the footbridge…
In the least…
E’en footsteps of Angels
Are not meant for that span
Much less so for e’en
…Man or for beast…

Topic(s) of this poem: fear

Form: Dramatic Monologue


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015



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