Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Sunset's Ghost

Poem by Richard George

Lilac clouds, a wash of green
At daylight's end:
When west is dark, to northward
A heat-haze aurora
Silhouettes our roof-slopes.
Beautiful, but it chills me:
We have made her burn with fever,
The sky, our mother.


Comments about Sunset's Ghost by Richard George

  • Raynette Eitel (5/30/2005 4:39:00 PM)

    The title drew me in, and I was not disappointed. The picture was not only lovely, but unusual. Good work.

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  • Seán O' Muiriosa (4/19/2005 4:01:00 PM)

    Great poem, Richard. I like the striking contrast in the final lines, nice imagery too.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 19, 2005