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Silent City - Part 2

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Silent City - Part 2

Continued from Part 1

Coiled candle sticks! Their iron claws no longer loom the cracks with dying flame in smoky swirl mid pendant pearls of wax, since night lit up, and innocence dissolved in melted tracks. Thin shadows shift, like silver shafts, across the cruel moraine reflecting white a wisp of light in ebon beads of bane which casts a crooked smile across a faceless window pane. Above! The dismal ditch of dusk reveals a velvet streak, through which the winter’s wicked winds will sometimes weave and sneak, and faraway a cable sways, a bridge clings hushed and bleak . The parapets... unoccupied, with neither voice nor crier (no cantillation, belfry bells; no Minarets inspire) – abodes and buildings silhouette their mirthless muted choir. Wan neon lights glow through the nights, through darkness meant to slate, while lanterns, lovely high above, in silent swinging gait, haunt ballrooms, bars, abandoned now, with no one left to fete. The steeple tower, stone and steel, drab dagger in the sky! Its hallowed hall no longer calls, when breezes wander by – for filled with dread to wake the dead, it’s ceased to sough or sigh. Sky’s silhouettes show no regrets, neath twilight’s silver shrouds, oblivious she always was to cries in dying crowds – in foggy neap their spirits seep, a clutch of clammy clouds. No things appear with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm or paint pale lips with languid laughs to pierce the deathly calm – there’s only hollow emptiness that shifting shades embalm.
Continued in Part 3 MORAINE: gravelly, sandy terrain CANTILLATION: chanting SLATE: 1. to cover, as with slate ; 2. to punish severely GAIT/GATE FETE/FATE CLAMMY:1. cold and damp; 2. (slang/informal) silent, secretive DEADEND/DEAD–END

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  1. Date: 9/2/2013 12:26:00 AM
    You are too good!

  1. Date: 12/8/2012 6:56:00 AM
    Terry. Your talent lures me into places I shudder to go, some perhaps unintended like Dachau. I must go on to your gothic tale. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 8:07:00 AM
    yes going to 3, so intriguing and such a classic to read...

  1. Date: 11/28/2012 10:16:00 PM
    Wow, apocalyptic poem here. Excellent write. Your poems are always so masterfully written. I never tire of these poems.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 6:38:00 PM
    Masterfully done, and it's not yet finished! You amaze me, Terry.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 3:20:00 PM
    I really like this series, off to read number three.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 12:41:00 PM
    I'm with Elizabeth...Just can't get enough! :o)

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 4:25:00 AM
    The build up is wonderful but I'm saving # 3 till next time and then will read all of them. Such wierd phrasing that speaks to me and excites my imagination. Just can't get enough!