Paul Amrod

Gold Star - 11,325 Points (May 17th,1951 / Chateaugay, New York)

Whispers In The Night - Poem by Paul Amrod

A soft and wispy breeze is tickling my ears
As I calmly and solemnly appear
Sound asleep
The pursuit of the hawk
I sense a traveler stalks
Looking over my shoulder
I hear whispers in the night.
In the deep dark forest crawling
are the goblins secretly appalling.
Sending a tremor through the air
I am a speechless witness
Helplessly tongue-tied in utter silence
Hearing also the creaking branches
as the breeze turns to gusts
rustling the leaves. With utmost care
the whispers turn falsetto
pugnacious and filled with disgust
alarming us with nocturnal suspense.
The cougar’s eyes like diamond’s shine
as the snows begin their squalling.
Soon I will depart the premises
Steeling through the pitch darkness
keeping the promise of loyalness.
Hear the whispers as they are calling
beckoning our attentions to the borderline.
We wander to a castle through the dust
to be welcomed by a sorceress.
With a group of jesters and clowns
keeping us far from rosiness.
Serving the most succulent dry red wine
she inebriated our receptive conscious divine.
Pleasurably playful and consequent
the new band of characters confess
their change of demeanor and intent.
In a promenade of grandeur
they open the sliding doors and enter.
To my wonder and surprise
stood a miracle before my eyes.
Velvet drapes were hung in candor
over the door in royal décor and splendor.
I escape this world of horror
to play a game so tender.
As the whispers coo their melody
the night transfigures in harmony.
The bells ring in the witching hour
breaking the spell of treachery.
And the midnight fog then clears
Bringing moonlight on the chandelier
Nothing will stir the spirits from slumber
In their cozy somnambulistic wonder
They then depart into the wee morning
and brave the fright and boundless thunder.
A dancing harlequin in fashion is swarming
with his charming chivalrous cavalier.
The sorceress then takes my breath away
in a moment of pure lust and magic
with her flashing style of interplay.
The inner sparks will shoot a display
of fireworks in a passionate disarray.
With the succulent returning kiss
we both explore this growing bliss.
Every whisper will soon premiere
an ecstatic gift of incessant warming.
These velvet drapes will deck my memory
Reminding me of this token glory
The image of her body and graceful movement
has captured my deepest fantasy.
In the grasp of this breathtaking sister
She has me seduced with her gentle whispers
Lastly the most gorgeous embellishment
has resolved me with the Milky Way.
Never forgetting her stunning negligée.

Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy

Form: Epic


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 13, 2015


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