Mapulemla C Imsong Poet Free verse

Silvery Moon

The dancers sway to the
                         Rhythmic beating of the drums,
          Singing with delight,an enchanting folk song,
                         As old as the hills,
                   Under the strange silvery moon,
             A perfect embodiment of surreal beauty

                    But a fox howls with grief
                        From the graveyard and
         A dreadful premonition hangs thick  in the air,
                        The village is soon set in gloom,
            The silvery moon is long fled.



20/07/2016

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Beata Agustin August 17, 2024 at 4:45 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Probir Gupta July 20, 2016 at 5:06 AM Nice poem ... Striking contrast ... the 'dreadful premonition' haunts all of us ... Mapulemla C Imsong July 20, 2016 at 7:32 AM Thank you