Sunset's Ghost Poem by Richard George

Sunset's Ghost

Rating: 4.5


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 OF THE POEM
Raynette Eitel 30 May 2005

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

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Seán O' Muiriosa 19 April 2005

Great poem, Richard. I like the striking contrast in the final lines, nice imagery too. Cheers, Seán

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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