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Hart Island

When night calls moaning winds to come ‘midst chilling currents from the Sound Hart Island’s hidden souls rest from life’s heartaches known above the ground. Come hear the raven’s haunting cries as slanting shadows overtake to grip forgotten graves that lie in scattered fields’ neglected state. An ancient tarnished bell is rung by nothing save the wailing winds its clanging haunts, it’s notes are flung like pleading cries to cover sins. Forbidden shores where tombstones lie a hallowed ground ‘neath stormy skies. 10/310/2023

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/8/2023 4:19:00 AM

I like this one. It is very descriptive and expressive. I could feel the presence of those gone on before in the wind and waves. Thanks for sharing it with us and for dropping by my page. Sara K

Laura Leiser
Date: 12/8/2023 6:56:00 AM

Thank you for your supportive comments, Sara! I wanted to capture the feel and angst of the history of Hart Island.

Susan Ashley

Date: 11/30/2023 5:17:00 PM

Dear Laurie, your sonnet is exquisite in rhythm, rhymes and imagery! I just adore the melancholy atmospheric mood you have so deftly created. Your pensive couplet is a grand finale to a potent and mournful piece. A fav my friend! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Laura Leiser
Date: 12/2/2023 5:33:00 PM

Thank you for faving my poem, dear Susan! I couldn’t have a better compliment than this from such a talented poet as yourself! Msy you and your family have a blessed Christmas season this year! :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/20/2023 9:16:00 AM

An excellent atmospheric piece. I enjoyed reading your sonnet.

Laura Leiser
Date: 11/20/2023 5:12:00 PM

Thank you, Richard! So glad you stopped by to comment! :)

Tom Woody

Date: 11/19/2023 4:58:00 PM

I've never heard of it but seems quite intriguing. At least you made it appear to be. Awesome poem

Laura Leiser
Date: 11/20/2023 6:38:00 AM

Thank you, Tom, for commenting and liking my poem. I’m glad you stopped by! :)

Daniel Turner

Date: 11/15/2023 7:35:00 PM

This is an excellent sonnet Laura. In form and content. Bravo!!!

Laura Leiser
Date: 11/15/2023 8:27:00 PM

Thank you so much, Daniel! I really appreciate your kind comments and am glad you liked this! :)

Christina Bowring

Date: 11/7/2023 9:58:00 AM

What a wonderful sonnet Laura. It’s very atmospheric- hauntingly, beautifully written. Very sad too,’ Life’s heartaches known above the ground’ ‘ to grip forgotten graves that lie’.The ending couplet is magnificent. A very creative write. Made even more poignant by it being a forlorn place that actually exists where those poor souls lay to rest. So enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you :):)

Laura Leiser
Date: 11/7/2023 5:26:00 PM

Thank you so much, Christina, for your kind comments about my poem. I truly appreciate it! :)

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 11/1/2023 12:18:00 PM

Something very gothic here, feels a bit like Poe with the moaning winds and tarnished bell, both lifeless and menancing, like a zombie graveyard perhaps?

Laura Leiser
Date: 11/2/2023 6:12:00 AM

Actually, Hart Island is a real place on the Long Island Sound in New York. It is a place where they bury the poor. Many people were buried there during Covid. Thanks for commenting, Michelle!